“Why, Gaspar! Why, Kitty!” shouted Abel reprovingly. “How’s this?”
“Maybe they don’t understand what’s meant,” suggested somebody.
Seemingly, they did not. For neither at the third round did they appear in leading. On the contrary, they had started off at a right angle, straight across the prairie; but now so fast they rode, and so unerringly, that long before their deserted friends had ceased to stare and wonder they had passed out of sight.
CHAPTER XIV.
ONCE MORE IN THE OLD HOME.
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We can rest a little now, Kit. We are so far away that nobody could catch us if they tried. They won’t try, any way, I guess. They’ll think we’ll go back.”