Dave paid no attention to the cries but clung fast. The horse did a good deal of dancing and prancing but it was of no avail. Finally he backed into the bushes until the back of the wagon struck a tree, and there he remained, trembling violently in every limb.
"Good for you, Dave!" sang out Ben, in admiration. "I must say, you know exactly how to handle a horse."
"Pick up those lines," panted Dave, and stepping forward, Roger did so. Then Ben came up on the other side of the frightened animal and soon they had the horse completely subdued and standing quiet.
"Is he—is he all right, yes?" panted the German baker, coming up all out of breath.
"I think so," answered Dave. "He had a big scare, though."
"Yah, dot's so."
"What made him go off?"
"Noddings but a biece of baber in der road. Ven he see dot, he got so oxcitements like neffer vos alretty!"
"Did he throw you out?" asked Ben.
"No, I vos got out to bick up some chestnuts, and I let him valk along py himselluf. Den all to vonce he kicks up his heels and runds avay kvick! Next dime ven I go avay I ton't let him alone a minute!"