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“Not so much as that,” Arthur told him.
‘We were on the edge of thick woods at noon.”

“Well, anyhow let’s make tracks now, for
it’ will take us till midnight to catch them up
I’m afraid.”

The boys went along the trail at a jog trot,
which was the best their tired beasts could do.
Mosquitoes in clouds hung around them, tor-
menting the English lad more than they did
American born Jim. Gadflies worried the
horses. The sun’s slanting rays were scorching
in their summer intensity. It was now the
beginning of July; the freshness of spring was
dried up, and the green of the grass had already
faded in places to yellow and dingy brown.
Ag the boys urged their horses on, some-
times dismounting and running beside them
for a way, they talked about the prospect ahead
of the overlanders, both secretly happy that
they were friends at last. They knew that Fort
Pitt was the next objective of the caravan.
It had been hoped by some to reach it this day,
but various hindrances had delayed them. Some
of those who had left Fort Garry with them
were there already without a doubt. But the

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