Nadia caught his sleeve.
“Don’t do that!” she whispered nervously. “Don’t do it, Brad!”
“Why not?”
“I don’t wish him to know that I have noticed him.”
“Well, if the galoot keeps up his little game, he’ll find out somebody has noticed him!”
She restrained the impulsive chap.
By this time all were ready. The boy drivers seized the chosen donkeys each by the tail, which they gave a twist, crying:
“Ah-ye, Reglay!”
Away went the little beasts, bearing their human burdens easily, while the boy drivers ran behind, clinging to the tails of the donkeys, which they seemed to manipulate for the purpose of guiding the animals.
The manner in which the tough little donkeys bore their burdens was really wonderful. Nadia was sympathetic toward the sprightly little beasts and kept asking her driver not to make the animal go so fast.