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THE FALL OF BALANCING ROCK.
Through tear-blurred sight Jane Withersteen watched Venters and Elizabeth Erne and the black racers disappear over the ridge of sage.
"They're gone!" said Lassiter.

"An' they're safe now.

An' there'll never be a day of their comin' happy lives but what they'll remember Jane Withersteen an'-- an' Uncle Jim!...

I reckon, Jane, we'd better be on our way." The burros obediently wheeled and started down the break with little cautious steps, but Lassiter had to leash the whining dogs and lead them.