But the kite did not. That one dive seemed to be enough for it, as it at once began to soar up in the air.
“Oh, it’s going up! It’s going up!” cried Jimmie.
“Run, Teddy, run!” called Jan.
And her brother did run.
The kite rose in the air until the long tail was almost clear from the ground and then the Curlytop girl saw a queer sight.
For, tangled in the weed which Jimmie had tied on the end of the tail, was the rooster. He was being raised up with the big kite and his frightened crows and the flapping of his wings showed that he did not like it at all.
Up and up went the kite, and up and up went the rooster!
CHAPTER XIV
A QUEER RIDE
Ted, running as he was with the ball of string, and with his back to the kite, did not see what had happened. But he wondered why Jan and Jimmie were shouting so loudly.
“Look! Look! Look at the rooster!” yelled Jimmie, jumping up and down, he was so excited.