“We’re going to get her—if you’re sure!” declared Laura.
“Of course I’m sure. I’d know her anywhere—and so would Old Peggy.”
The colt snorted again, and the boy riding her tried to pull her out into a side path, to cut across the fields. Eve stood up and shouted to him. Laura urged the gray mare on, and she went down the hill at a tearing pace.
[CHAPTER XI—HEBE POCOCK]
“Oh, Laura!” gasped Eve. “That boy will never give the colt up.”
“Why not? See him?” exclaimed Mother Wit. “He knows he is riding a stolen horse. There! he’s sliding out of the saddle.”
The fact was, the colt—still but half broken under the saddle and with its eyes on its mother—would not move out of its tracks. The boy jumped off and tried to lead Jinks.
“Get away from that horse, boy!” commanded Laura, bringing the old mare down to a more moderate pace as they approached the stolen colt.
“I’ll tell my brother!” yelled the youngster. “I’ll set him on ye! This critter is his’n.”
“And he came by it just as dishonestly as you came by such grammar as you use,” said Laura, laughing, while Eve hopped over the wheel on her side of the cart and grabbed the reins out of the boy’s hands.