“So that’s it, hey? All right, then! All right!”
He leaped to his feet. As a man might toss a bag of meal, so Nick threw himself across the saddle, his arms on one side, his legs on the other. The pony, with a snort, started to run. But not in a straight line. His course was a circle, with the boys in the center. Faster and faster he ran, his master bouncing up and down.
Teddy, Roy, and Silent burst into a roar of laughter.
“Get some glue, Nick!”
“Want a rope?”
“Stick to him, kid!”
“Oh, what a bouncing baby boy!”
But Nick did not stick. The fifth time around he released his hold and catapulted to the ground, landing on his shoulders. The pony stopped stiff-legged, sliding three feet.
Nick rubbed his head, sat up, and stared at the horse, that stood a short distance away.
“Honey!”