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pedestrian you’re making for yourself and a
fine pair of legs you’re growing!”

“T haven’t counted the miles,” the boy gave
an answering smile.

“T think it’s time Arthur had a chance to
ride too,” Betty declared. “Jim never lends
him Jinks, and I don’t think it’s fair.”

The older man looked at the boy. “Like to
ride, young fellow?” :

“T’'d like to try.”

“Well, then here’s your chance.” The pro-
fessor slid from his saddle. ‘My horse isn’t so
quick and lively as Jim’s, but he’s a good beast
for all that. You can take a turn on him any
time you feel inclined to. I like to. walk for
a change, or even to drive with our Golden
‘Betty here. We'll make an athlete of you yet,
Arthur.” The professor’s mild eyes began to
twinkle. “Did I tell you the story of the Cree
Indian who was pursued by his enemies the
Blackfeet and took refuge in a Hudson’s Bay
Fort? No? Well, here goes.” The man and
the boy walked by the cart while he told his
tale, to which all listened. 2

“The Blackfeet, of course, demanded of the
factor to give up the poor Indian. He was their

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