“I thought you would,” said the woman approvingly. “I’d go myself, but I’ve got bread in the oven, and I must see to it.”
The woman led the way to a shed and filling a shallow pan with oats from a big bin, handed it to Rose, saying: “You go right through those bars—leave ’em down; I’ll put ’em up for you—and shake these oats and call ‘Range, Range,’ and the old horse will be sure to come, and the colt will follow.”
Rose took the pan, and Anne pulled back the heavy bars, and they went a few steps beyond the fence into the pasture and began to call “Range! Range!”
In a moment there was the thud, thud of hoofs and two black horses came dashing down the pasture. Their long manes and tails gave them a terrifying look to the two girls, who, nevertheless, stood their ground, Rose holding out the pan as the woman had bidden her.
“Oh, Rose! They’ll run right over us!” exclaimed Anne, watching the horses rushing toward them so swiftly.