"Am I?" said Puss, drawing to one side of the road.
"Well, not now," said the rider, drawing rein and looking at Puss with a good deal of interest. "Where's your horse?"
"Where's my horse?" repeated Puss, looking about as if he expected to find one.
"Yes, where's your steed?" continued the stranger.
"Haven't got any," said Puss. "My two legs are all that I have to carry me."
"Get up behind me," said the stranger. "My name is Yankee Doodle Dandy, and a Yankee is always willing to give a fellow-traveler a lift, whether he be on the high seas or on the road."
"Thank you, my fellow-traveler," replied Puss, and he sprang nimbly to the saddle and clung tightly to the coat-tails of Yankee Doodle Dandy.
"Git-ap!" cried the latter, and away went the pony down the road. In a short time the towers and church steeples of a town came into view.
Suddenly a queer-looking figure tumbled down from the sky on to the road just in front of them. Yankee Doodle Dandy reined in his horse just in time; otherwise he would have run over the Man in the Moon.
"Why don't you fall any other place but right in front of my horse?" asked Yankee Doodle Dandy, in a stern voice.