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Jim laughed. ‘Guess I’d do the same,” he
said. “Well, it’s hoofing it for me, beside the
cart. And that’s better than riding inside it.
The Indians are too sharp for me. Pretty well
off, these Fort Garry Indians I guess.”

“I wish I had some money to give you, Jim,” ~-

’ Betty regretted. ‘‘When we find my papa he'll

most likely have discovered a gold mine, and
then we'll all be rich.”

“Thanks,” muttered Jim, feeling that the
gold mine was a long way off. “I’ll make a
trade for some mocassins and leggings anyhow,
if I can’t get a pony. Don’t you come with me,
Betty. Best for you not to mix up with the
Indians.

. So Betty stayed behind obediently while Jim
moved off towards the fort, though she did not
mean to follow his advice about not mixing
up with the Indians, for she had had a sudden
idea.

When the fat owner of the pony passed near
her, as he did again in a minute or two, she
marched boldly up to him. All the Indians were
kind to Betty. They liked her long yellow curls
and admired her fair skin. The squaws would

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