Injun and Whitey to the Rescue

ht of going to that school at the Forks was the cause of his depression. It was like some sort of penalty one must pay

wealthy and wise," or he never had heard of him. Sitting Bull always slept late. There were other rules that boys must follow to which Bull paid no attention.

xpressed a wish to go with them. He had a mistaken idea that he could keep up with the

sadly, as he and Injun turned from the disappoi

ies made short work of the nine miles of road that skirted the foothills and led to the Forks, the spirited animals seemi

overgrown with grass, and where it joined the other stood the shack which was used as a schoolhouse. This shack had been built by some early homeseeker, who had long ago abandon

new, so he guessed that the mules carried double. Injun seemed much more cheerful on this occasion than Whitey, who dismounted and tied Monty near the other animals. Then, before en

" he wh

r sex. He had left that as a pleasant surprise. And there were just two things i

I am bound to state what Whitey's friend Injun did now. He grinned-actually grinned. Whitey gave him

suffice it to say that Jennie Adams, the teacher, was a young woman who, if given a little time to think, could tell you, without using a paper or pencil, how much six pounds of butter would cost at twelv

morning, and Whitey had reached a spot where the road branched up into the foothills to avoid a marsh, when he noticed signs of excitement in his pony, Monty. These signs would have been stronger had the wind been blowing the other

rd, a roar that had menace behind it, and that came from a large brown bear which had risen on its hind legs and was a

e Road with both

for home, and for some time he and Whitey gave a fair imitation of a runaway train on a down grade. All Whitey could do

hes for berries, and regarding life as one round of pleasure. There was no need for them to know that. Whitey had had experiences with bears, as you may remember. If wireless had bee

right. When Monty had toned down his headlong trip away from that bear, or thought he was at a safe distance, Whitey found himself near the river, and idly turned Monty toward its banks

ce getting weaker every minute. And presently, at some distance, he saw a small huddled-up figure sitting on the bank. Closer inspection proved this figure to be pink, and

he drew nearer, Injun turned and regarded him, betraying no surprise at Whitey's

fishing for, I

jun replie

. "I mean what do you wa

oke Injun

ldered Whitey. "You can'

e had a bite, but he hadn't. He just didn't ooze informa

t this fishing for g

hew," Inju

him, for he knew that Injun was very fond of chewin

sell 'em; g

the excitement a white boy does on such an occasion. He solemnly pulled in his line, and when it was almost in, a good-sized pickerel squirmed off the hook, and flopped b

on was repeated, except that the fish that escaped was larger than the othe

always the biggest fish that escaped. But in this case it seemed to be tru

een fishing her

ce s

caught?" Whitey indic

U

her pickerel was pulled almost to shore, an

y had used in fastening the tick-tack to Wong's window. "Why, this is too small

know," sa

ral hours, watching those big fish return to the Yellowstone and safety.

at they are just waiting to be caught, how could you stand just

n me get him," answered Injun, which was a prett

ng and greedy pickerel to come along, a great idea was

h barn every morning, just before it was time to start for school, and slipping things into his pockets. And

Yellowstone River, catching large flocks of pickerel, which they peddled to neighboring ranch

this story, you may find it in what followed on the heels of this fishing partnership. In the first place, no boy without money may display t

Jim Walker: "Where d'you s'po

ing, "Down t'

got no money," B

gs, over t' th' Diamond Dagger, was tellin' me, t'day, how Injun

they get th' cash!" Bill Jordan was exclaiming, in a rather disconnected manne

and found that Whitey had spent only a week there, and confirmed

ou may lead a horse to the water but you can't make him drink, so you may lead a boy to school but you can't make him study. Most of Bill's own school hours h

is horse and rode down to the Junction, and resorted to what was, for him, a very unusual act

othin. Ketches pick

iam

ok exactly ten words-which was evide

Junction, and late that night

rd job that he will be g

er