“Stop the horse!” was the man’s only reply.
With a bound, Bob was on the ground. He ran back of his own wagon as fast as his legs would carry him.
By this time the runaway was but a few feet away. Seeing Bob in the road, the horse sheered in and darted past the youth.
Bob gave a groan. The runaway was now less than five yards from his own turn-out, and it looked as if he would dash headlong into it and thus smash it into a thousand bits.
“Whoa!” yelled Bob, in one mighty, final effort to attract the mad steed’s attention.
The horse heard the command, gave a snort, and shook his head. Then he swerved outward, and flew past Bob’s turn-out, just grazing one of the rear wheels.
Bob rushed forward, but before he could catch the mad animal the horse swerved still more, made a leap, and plunged into the water, dragging the sulky, with the man on it, after him.
THE HORSE PLUNGED INTO THE WATER, DRAGGING THE SULKY, WITH THE MAN ON IT, AFTER HIM.