The Mate of the Vancouver — page 142: what you’re looking at

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Rete Se 180 THE MATE OF THE VANOOUVER. the noise, and, leaving his pony standing, he ‘came back to me. “He's done up, poor devil!” said he; “he'll go no further. What shall we do?” I shook my head, for it was not I who arranged or ordered things when Mac was about. He was silent for a while. “Mhere’s nothing for it,” he said at last, . “but one thing. We must put all the other kieutan can stand on him.” By this time I had got the pack off Dick, and he lay down perfect'y flat upon his side, with the blood slowly oozing from his knees, and his flanks still heaving from the exer- tions which had brought him up the hill to die on the top of it. “Come on,” said Mac, as he moved off with a what he meant to put on the other pony. But at first I could not go. I put my hand in my pocket, took out a piece of bread, ar:|, kneeling down by the poor animal, I put it to his lips. He mumbled it with his teeth and yy