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out a deep hole— had become nothing bm a gully, with the
banks quite perpendicular and coming together.
The stream was dry now except for a little water in the

hole at the tree. Trees stid bushes grew thick upon the
banks to the very edge. BeJow, where it widened, the banks
became lower, and the little flat piece between them was cov­
ered with coarse grass, now cropped quite close. The horse
evidently fed there. Jack sat down and thought. He looked

all over the ground. Then he got up, and walked along the
banks around the hole; then he came backhand walked up
the gully. Suddenly a light broke over his face.
f< I've got it, jake ; I've got it, Jake, We can trap him.
If we get him in here, we've got him,"

Jake was practical. " How you gwine ketch hoss in
trap?" he asked, his idea, of a trap being confined Co hare
gums. “ 'Twill take all de plank in de worl’ to make a
hoss-trap. Besides, how you gwine git it heah ? I ain* gwine
tote it."

" Who asked yon lo ? >! asked Jack. “ I'm going to trap
him like they do tigers and lions,”
" I don’ know nuttin’ ’bout dem beas'es/' said Jake, dis­
dainfully.

“ No, you don’t," said Jack, with fine scorn ; fI but 1 do*'1
He examined the banks carefully. His first idea was a
pitfall trap—a covering over the hole. But that would not
do ; it might kill the horse, or at least break a leg. His eye
fell on the tracks up to the water. His face lit up.