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that'll let no harm come to Betty. He'll bring
them both back.”

All this trouble because Golden Betty had
undertaken a little walk along the river bank
at the wrong time!

Let us see what had happened to her.

When Betty reached the spot she had visited
with the professor the night before, where there
was a high grassy knoll above the water, the
same round pointed hut, covered with the same
great sheet of sewn skins was standing there.
And in front of the Indian wigwam were the
embers of a camp fire, still warm. But there
was no sign of Indian or Indian squaw to be
seen, nor even an Indian dog.

Betty took a peep inside the tent to investi-
gate. It was empty too. All around was silence,
broken only by the occasional note of a bird,
the flash of a long-tailed. pigeon that darted
over the tree tops, and the scuttle of a rabbit
or squirrel in the brush.

“Well, they’re gone,” said the disappointed
Betty to herself. “So that’s the last I’ll see of
the nice fat baby or the little girl either!”

She would have turned right back if a funny

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