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bright and lovely and the gold clasp was large
and well made. It was a superior necklace.

“T’ll give you that for the pony!’ Betty told
him.

The Indian’s eyes glistened. Such a neck-
lace as this he had never seen before. He
thought it must be rare and choice indeed. So
after examining it carefully, feeling it, weigh-
ing it, smelling it, he decided to have it. ~

“All right,” he agreed at last, “you take
pony,” and without more ado he put the bridle-
rein of the beast into her hand and stalked off.

Betty was terrified. A pony was almost
as much of a wild beast to her as a bear would
have been.

How quickly the Indian walked away! Per-
haps he was afraid that some one would come
along and take the little girl’s beads away from
him! Betty looked right and left for help

but could see no one but Arthur anywhere near.

Still, Arthur was better than no one.

“Oh, do come and help me, Arthur,’ she
called. “I’ve got the pony, but I don’t know
what to do with it.”

“No more do I!”’ And Arthur did not move
a step.

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