"Hey! Junk boy! Stop! We got some papers for you!"
Mun Bun heard, and turned around.
"I isn't the junkman," he said. "I'm just havin' a ride!"
"We have some old papers for you," called the cook.
Mun Bun didn't know just what it all meant, but he saw the cook waving her hand at him, and he heard her calling, though he could not make out all the words, because the wagon rattled so. But Mun Bun had an idea.
"I guess maybe she wants a ride," he said. "She likes to ride same as I do. I'll give her a ride with me."
He pulled on the reins, and called:
"Whoa!"
But either Mun Bun did not pull hard enough, or he did not call loudly enough, for the horse did not stop. Perhaps it thought that if it did stop it would be too hard work to start again, so it kept on going.
"Stop! Stop!" cried the cook. "We have some papers to sell you!"