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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
HARRY BORROWS MARYS PONY
"Will you let me have your pony, Mary ? It 's a good deal to ask. ' '
"Take him," said the girl, sadly. "He may bring you luck."
The young man took her quickly in his arms, kist her and ran over to the pony. Two minutes later he was galloping away thru the hills.
Mary's pony was a pinto, exquisitely marked and formed. She was the fastest and pluckiest animal among the pioneers' stock, and seemed endowed wTith human intelligence.
Harry rode along at a rapid gait for perhaps five minutes before he realized that he was guiding Trixie, the pinto, in a path against her will. He dismounted and saw that the hoofmarks he was following were not freshly made.
"Pretty girl!" he said, patting the animal's steaming neck. "You take me to 'em ! ' '
The, moment he was on her back, the pony wheeled and swiftly retraced half the distance they had come, and then turned sharply to the right, her ears standing erect at intervals as tho
catching sounds which the man did not hear.
"I believe she knows the danger we are about to face," muttered Harry, now trusting himself entirely to the animal's guidance.
The next instant he was almost * pitched from the saddle as Trixie planted her forelegs stiffly and came to a halt. Harry could see her nostrils still quivering as he looked forward in vain. Suddenly the pony bolted across a depression in the thicket and made for a thickly wooded copse a short distance beyond. Harry turned to glance back, and saw a hideously painted face looking down the barrel of a musket, pointing directly at him. Instinctively he ducked forward on the pony's neck, just as a bullet came singing its song of death.
Harry's blood chilled at the thought of the insignificant action on his part that had helped save his life. Trixie, tho, was really responsible for his safety.
They were compelled to proceed