In the morning the boy saddled his horse. He rode slowly along beside the old stone quarry, looking for signs of the dingo. Suddenly he saw it. It was lying flat on the limb of a tree that grew out from the high cliff face. It must have slipped over the edge of the cliff in its flight during the night. As it fell, it must have landed in the branches. Below the tree was a sheer drop of sixty feet.The dingo was trapped beautifully. The boy went to tell his father