Then she was able to see the face of the man tied to its back.
"It's Farnsworth," she shouted to Ted, who was standing on the fence watching her movements.
"Get him out as soon as you can," Ted answered.
Stella rode to the pony's side, and managed to get hold of the bridle close to the bit.
Then she maneuvered for an opening by which she could lead the frightened animal out of the bunch.
"Get ready to open the gate," she called at last, and Kit stood with his hand on it.
As she came around again she began pushing the bay pony outward.
"Now!" she cried, swinging her own pony against the other with a prick of the spur, and breaking through the galloping bunch.
The next moment she and a half dozen of the frightened ponies swept through the gate, and as Kit closed it again Ted ran forward and caught the bay pony.
"Hurry him to the house," he said, running beside the bay.