“She is running away with us!”
“Well, if she is, I can’t help it.”
“Pull in on the reins.”
“That’s what I am doing—just as hard as I can.”
“Hi! hi!” came in Andy Dugan’s voice. “Phy don’t ye sthop? Ain’t this the barn ye was afther spakin’ about?”
“Yes!” yelled back Joe. “But your mare won’t stop!”
“Hit her on th’ head wid yer fist!” screamed Pat Dugan.
“I don’t believe that will stop her,” said Harry.
“Perhaps it will, if she’s used to it,” said his brother, and an instant later landed a blow straight between the mare’s ears.
Up went the creature’s hind quarters in a twinkling and over her head shot the two boys, to land in the snow and brushwood beside the roadway. Then the mare shied to one side and pranced down the road, and soon a turn hid her from view.