~{ TO CARIBOO AND BACK }--

in words and music was creeping over them

all:— “Yet nightly pitch our moving tent A day’s march nearer home—”

Suddenly against the dark sheen on the river the form of an Indian was seen. The log . had stood upright. In one swift dash he had -seized Betty, almost out of the Little General’s

arms, had swung her over his shouldér and darted towards the bank again.

Betty’s scream was the first intimation they had of what had happened.

On this occasion Bully Jim, slow Jim as he had generally been, was to surprise his best friends. Yet he had already shown that-day what has often been observed in deliberate people, that when sufficiently roused they can act with lightning speed. Jim who had been sitting near to Golden Betty simply flung him- self on top of the Indian’s retreating form and with such impetus that he brought him flat to the ground.

But it was not easy to hold him there, or to use any violence without hurting the child, who was mixed up in the tangle of the two prostrate

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