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himself was half dazed with weariness and exhaustion. Night, too, was
falling and the going was rough and even dangerous; for now hillsides
suddenly broke off into sharp cut-banks, twenty, thirty, forty feet
high.

It was one of these cut-banks that was his undoing, for in the dim
light he failed to note that the sheep track he was following ended thus
abruptly till it was too late. Had his horse been fresh he could easily
have recovered himself, but, spent as he was, Ginger stumbled, slid and
finally rolled headlong down the steep hillside and over the bank on
to the rocks below. Cameron had just strength to throw himself from the
saddle and, scrambling on his knees, to keep himself from following his
horse. Around the cut-bank he painfully made his way to where his horse
lay with his leg broken, groaning like a human being in his pain.

"Poor old boy! You are done at last," he said.

But there was no time to indulge regrets. Those lines of cattle were
swiftly and steadily converging upon the Sun Dance. He had before him an
almost impossible achievement. Well he knew that a man on foot could do
little with the wild range cattle. They would speedily trample him into
the ground. But he must go on. He must make the attempt.

But first there was a task that it wrung his heart to perform. His
horse must be put out of pain. He took off his coat, rolled it over his
horse's head, inserted his gun under its folds to deaden the sound and
to hide those luminous eyes turned so entreatingly upon him.

"Old boy, you have done your duty, and so must I. Good-by, old chap!" He
pulled the fatal trigger and Ginger's work was done.

He took up his coat and set off once more upon the winding sheep trail
that he guessed would bring him to the Sun Dance. Dazed, half asleep,
numbed with weariness and faint with hunger, he stumbled on, while the
stars came out overhead and with their mild radiance lit up his rugged
way.

Suddenly he found himself vividly awake. Diagonally across the face of
the hill in front of him, a few score yards away and moving nearer, a
horse came cantering. Quickly Cameron dropped behind a jutting rock.
Easily, daintily, with never a slip or slide came the horse till he
became clearly visible in the starlight. There was no mistaking that
horse or that rider. No other horse in all the territories could take
that slippery, slithery hill with a tread so light and sure, and no
other rider in the Western country co