"Look out!"
"He is running away and no mistake!"
"Where is Zumm?"
"He must have been thrown out!"
Nearer and nearer came the frightened horse. He was less than a hundred feet away when he swerved to one side, running two of the wheels of the wagon into some low bushes.
"I am going to stop him if I can!" cried Dave, with sudden determination.
Before Ben or Roger could stop him he was out in the road and leaping for the head of the frightened horse. He caught hold of the bridle and hung fast.
"You'll be killed, Dave!"
"Don't go under his feet!"
"Sthop him, sthop him!" came from the German baker who owned the outfit. He was running after the horse and wagon as rapidly as his somewhat bulky form permitted.