"No sir," he said seriously, "Dad won't let me smoke."
"Because," said Dallas in his polite way, "you couldn't use a pin before you passed it through a flame on account of germs."
"I never thought of that," said Cassowary.
"I guess our word is good enough," said Big Chief. "We three cousins promise to stand by each other and look out for the little kids. Let's shake hands on it—King of the Glen and Fetlar witnesses."
They shook hands solemnly, then Cassowary leaped on my back and the boys raced her home.
That was only last night, and now we—that is Mr. and Mrs. Duff, Madame de Valkonski, Dallas, Constancy the lamb, the pup, and I, are on a steamer going swiftly through a chain of lakes.
I am not afraid or lonely as I was when I came to this lovely Northland, for my master stands beside me and he says that we shall never be separated.
Would that every boy in the world had a pony, and every pony had as good a master as I have!
THE END