The children started to go into the house, following the men who were carrying the injured sailor. Some other men and boys in the street caught the runaway horse, which had stopped as soon as it had tossed the man from his back.
“Whose horse is it?” some one asked.
“It belongs to Jason’s livery stable,” said Bunker Blue, coming along just then. “That’s old Jim—I know that horse.”
“All right, I’ll take him back to Mr. Jason,” offered Sam Flack, a man who did odd jobs about the town.
Bunker had come back from the boat and fish dock to take away the pile of newly cut grass he had raked up.
“Hi, Bunny, did the horse jump over the hedge?” asked George Watson, one of Bunny’s chums. A number of boys and girls had gathered near the scene of the runaway.
“No, the horse didn’t go over the bushes—just the man,” said Charlie Star, another chum of the Brown children.
“How do you know?” asked Harry Bentley.
“I saw him,” answered Charlie.
“So did I!” added Mary Watson. “Oh, weren’t you ’cited—I mean excited—Sue?”