THE MYSTERY OF THE BLUE GOOSE 



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on a stone and for some time was lost 

 in thought. When at length I looked 

 up, it was to see Dig Pete with folded 

 arms silently gazing at the barricaded 

 exit and the muddy pool of water ex- 

 tending for some distance back of the 

 gateway into the park. 



"Well, tenderfut, you was dead right 

 in your judication; the gate air shut 

 sure nufl ; our horses ain't liable to take 



the back trail and leave us, that's sar 

 tain." 



"Oh, Pete!" I exclaimed, "How will 

 we ever get out? Must we spend the 

 remainder of our lives here ?" 



"It do look as if we'd stop here a 

 right smart bit," he admitted, "maybe 

 till this hyer holler between the moun- 

 tains all fills with water agin like it was 

 onct before, I reckon." 



SKETCH BY FRED A. HARRIS, A THIRTEEN-YEAR- OLD BOY 



