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when he set out on his ride, “See if you can’t
find Jim!” So he had come back over the old
road, a pretty good one luckily, and kept right
on till the woods came in sight. It was a long
ride but he rather liked it, Arthur said. And
soon after that Jim himself on Jinks, had ap-
peared. And that was all.

Jim had nothing to say at first. He gave
a long look at the young fellow he had so
heartily disliked and sneered at. Arthur, the
English slum boy, had been capable only a few
weeks ago of thieving, and now he had done
this thing which needed pluck as well as gen-
erosity. He had come back to look for his
enemy, for so Jim regarded himself and so
Arthur knew him to be, to save him, at the risk
of being lost himself.

Thoroughly ashamed of himself was James
O’Brien Mulligan, and it was a healthy state
of mind for him to be in.

“Good of you to come,” he blurted out at
last. But all the hardness had melted out of
his heart before he spoke. “I’d have missed the
trail again if you hadn’t showed up, and any-
thing might have happened after that.”

“Well, at least you wouldn’t have starved!”

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