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he fell back choking, his eyes nearly scarring out of his head
This was Jacks opportunity. He hat! often seen young
steers caught and yoked this way, and he had bridled young
colts. In a second he was in the pen, and had the bridle on
the horse, and in another minute he was out and the rope was

loosed. The horse, relieved, hounded to his feet and began
to wheel again; but he was not so fierce as before. The
bridlerin his head was recognized by him as a badge of servi­
tude, and he was quieter. It was now late, and he was too

wild to take out yet, so Jack determined to leave him there,
and come again next day and get him. The next afternoon
jack and Jake set out again for the little meadow in the
woods. Jack was bent on bringing his captive home this
time, whatever happened.
He did not go until late, for he had to pass the pickets on

the road to the river, and he could do this better about dusk
than he could in broad daylight, He had an idea that they
might thmk, as lie would come from toward the Yankee
camp, that it would be all right; if not, he would make a dash

for it. He carried a feed of corn with him 10 erive to the
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horse for two reasons: the first was that he thought he would
need it, and, besides, it would quiet him, They crossed at
the old tree, not far from the meadow ; they had crossed so
often that they had made quite a path now', All the way
along Jack was teMing jake how he was going to ride the

horse, no matter what he did, Jake was to stand on the
ground and hold the rope, so that tf the horse flung Jack he

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