“They’ll tell you when they get here,” half laughed Frank.
“Well, I don’t think I’ll let you have this horse just now. You’ll have to wait a while before you——”
“Can’t stop, sir. I’m in a great hurry.”
“But I won’t——”
“Yes, you will!”
Frank caught him by the collar, at the same time grasping the horse by the bit. With all his strength, the ex-Yale man gave the burly hostler a snap and a fling.
The hostler was literally lifted off his feet and sent spinning through an open door into the little room that served as an office.
The horse reared and snorted. He came down and reared again. When he went into the air Frank went with him, swinging onto his back.
“Stop!”
“Git!”