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long enough, A horse was stolen only last night, and the

man had run over one of the pickets on the bridge, arid
had knocked him into the river and drowned him. They
’ivere glad to find who it was, etc.
jack felt very badly. Jake came close up to him and
began to w hisper. ' Jack, what dey gwine do wid u s ? ” he
asked,

" Hang you, you black little horse-stealing imp I ” said
one of the men; with a terrific forcc, ' Cut you up into little
pieces."
The others laughed. Men are often not very considerate

to children. They do not realize how helpless children feel
in their power. Both Jack and Jake turned pale,
Jake was ashy, ‘ Jack, I told you not to come," he cried,
jack acknowledged the truth of this, He had it on his
longue's end to say, " What did you lose the letter fo r?” but
he did not. He felt that as his father's son he must be brave.

He just walked close to Jake and touched him. " Don't be
scared,” he whispered, " W e will get away."
Just then one of the men caught Jake and twisted his
arm a little, jake gave a little whine of fright. In an

instant Jack snatched a gun from a man near by him. and
cocking it, levelled it at the soldier. “ Let Jake go, or I'll
blow your brains out," he said.
A hand seized him from behind, and the gun was jerked
out of his hand. It went off, but the bullet flewr over their
heads. There was no more twisting of Jake’s arm, however.