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jungle in tropical India. Again, he seemed to be 

 conveyed by a deerhound, whose instincts scented 

 the trail unerringly. But he was too tired to care 

 how or where he was going, and finally forgot it all. 



' Yer in high luck, stranger.' 



Herbert looked the speaker in the eye, gazed 

 beyond to the rafters of the cabin around him, and 

 tried to think. 



' Where am I ? What is it ? ' 



'It's luck, I tell yer, though some calls it 

 Providence. Yer in Mountain Jim's cabin, and all 

 right that is, if them toes and fingers comes out 

 well under the snow poultice I' ve put on.' 



4 How did I come here ? ' 



4 On a everlastin' little burro a kind of a angel 

 without wings, I reckon.' 



'Where is he?' 



4 Oh, he 's all right. I 've got him over in the 

 corner yonder, takin' a meal off'n dried bunch-grass 

 after his journey. Yer see, I was sittin' down playin' 

 solitaire, bein' as that's the only game that don't 

 need a pardner, and pards is scarce around these 



