"Wha—what are you doing, Russ Bunker?" Laddie wanted to know. "Is that the right way to get off a pony?"
Russ had not lost his grip of the bridle-reins, and he scrambled up and held his snorting pony.
"You know I don't get off that way if I can help it," said Russ indignantly.
"But you did," said Laddie.
"Well, I didn't mean to. My goodness! but my knee is scratched."
The automobile had stopped, and Mother Bunker called to Russ to ask if he was much hurt.
"Not much, Mother," he replied. "But make Mun Bun fly his kite somewhere else. My pony doesn't like it."
"Mun Bun," said Daddy Bunker seriously, "I think you will have to postpone the flying of that kite until later."
"He'd better," chuckled Cowboy Jack, starting the car again. "First he knows he'll scare me, and then maybe I'll run the car off the track."
Of course that was one of Cowboy Jack's jokes. He was always joking, it seemed.