The farmer grabbed the horse savagely by the mane. “Come on,” he said. “You can tell your story at the nearest police station. I ain’t got time fer sech foolishness. What I see, I see with my own eyes. You’re plain running away with my hoss!”
“John,” pleaded the farmer’s wife, “you might listen to the young lady.”
But Barbara’s looks were against her. The rain had beaten her hair down over her eyes. Her clothes were wet and covered with mud from trying to help Ruth. What could she do? Barbara was frightened, but she kept a cool head. “I’ll just let the old man haul me before the nearest magistrate. I expect he’ll listen to me!” She was shivering, but she knew that to think bravely helped to keep up one’s courage. “If only it were not so awful for Aunt Sallie and the girls to be waiting there, I could stand my part,” murmured Bab.
For fifteen minutes captors and girl jogged on. Only the old man talked, savagely, under his breath. He wanted to get home to his farmhouse and supper, but this made him only the more determined to punish Barbara.
“I suppose we’ll take all night to get to town at this rate,” she thought miserably.
For we are jolly good fellows, For we are jolly good fellows!
Barbara could hear the ring of the gay song and the distant whirr of a motor car coming down the road. If only she could attract someone’s attention and make them listen to her! She could now see the lights of the automobile bearing down upon them.
Like a flash, before the farmer could guess what she was doing, Barbara whirled around on old Dobbin’s back, and sat backwards. She put one hand to her lips. “Oh, stop! Stop, please!” she cried, looking like a gypsy, with her rain-blown hair and brown cheeks, which were crimson with blushes at her awkward position.
On account of the rain, and the oncoming darkness, the car was going slowly. At the end of one of the choruses the song stopped half a second. One of the young fellows in the car caught sight of Barbara, evidently being dragged along by the irate farmer and his wife.
“Hark! Stop! Look! Listen! Methinks, I see a female in distress,” the young man called out.