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"Bo! What would asped Helen

"But, Nell, wouldn't it be great?"

"It would be terrible"

"Oh, there never was any ro has actually happened out here in this wonderful country of wild places You need not tell me! Sure it's happened With the cliff-dwellers and the Indians and then white people Every place I look makes me feel that Nell, you'd have to see people in the h a telescope before you'd believe that"

"I'oodness!"

"But, for the sake of argu eyes, "suppose it MIGHT happen Just to please et shut up here with Dale and that co fro out What would you do? Would you give up and pine away and die? Or would you fight for life and whatever joy it ht mean?"

"Self-preservation is the first instinct," replied Helen, surprised at a strange, deep thrill in the depths of her "I'd fight for life, of course"

"Yes Well, really, when I think seriously I don't want anything like that to happen But, just the salory in it"

While they were talking Dale returned with the horses

"Can you bridle an' saddle your own horse?" he asked

"No I'm ashamed to say I can't," replied Bo

"Time to learn then Come on Watch me first when I saddle mine"

Bo was all eyes while Dale slipped off the bridle from his horse and then with slow, plain action readjusted it Next he smoothed the back of the horse, shook out the blanket, and, folding it half over, he threw it in place, being careful to explain to Bo just the right position He lifted his saddle in a certain way and put that in place, and then he tightened the cinches

"Now you try," he said

According to Helen's judgirl all her days But Dale shook his head and made her do it over

"That was better Of course, the saddle is too heavy for you to sling it up You can learn that with a light one Now put the bridle on again Don't be afraid of your hands He won't bite Slip the bit in sideways There Now let's see you mount"