This was done, and then the delighted and shouting Trouble was helped up by Ted to a seat behind Janet.
“Now you get on, and try to make the pony run!” the director suggested.
Ted managed to scramble up on the back of the little horse, and he did it very well. But the pony this time seemed to dislike so many on his back. Instead of running as he was wanted to, the pony kicked up his heels, and the next thing Ted knew he was falling off.
“Oh, you’re spoiling the picture! You have spoiled it!” cried Janet, as she glanced back, a funny look on her face, and saw her brother slipping off.
But the cameras clicked away.
CHAPTER XIV
JAN IN A TRAP
Ted Martin hit the ground with a hard thump. He grunted, for the breath was knocked out of him. But he wasn’t hurt. He knew that as soon as any one. At school Ted played football sometimes, and more than once he had had a harder fall than this.
“Whoa! Whoa!” cried Janet to the pony. She pulled on the reins and the little animal came to a stop.
“What’s matter?” Trouble wanted to know. “Why don’t horse go on?”
“Because Ted’s fallen off,” explained his sister.