—{ TO CARIBOO AND BACK }-—-

The pony began to be restless, to step
around and pull. Betty was more than ever
frightened. But let go the rein and lose Jim’s
pony—no, that she would never do ! With
both hands she hung on desperately and called
again. “Oh, Arthur, please! Oh, pony, do
stand still!’

Arthur took a few hesitating steps in her
direction. Truth to tell he had a great desire
to be a hero on this occasion, but fear held
him back like a chain.

It was some one else who came to the rescue.

“Caught a Tartar, have you, Golden Betty jue
It was Professor Allen’s gentle voice she heard
behind her.

“Oh, take him quick, please, before he runs
away!’ The pony was jumping around by now,
almost as scared as Betty.

“But how did you get the beast?” asked the
professor as he took the rein and patted the
horse’s neck till he stood still. “Not a bad-
looking animal either,” he added, with an ap-
proving look at the buckskin pony which was
equipped with an Indian saddle.

“It’s just a pony for Jim.” ‘And Betty told
the professor all about it. “But don’t let Jim

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