“You mustn’t go in there where the animal is!” cried Rose. “Russ, can’t you do something?” and her voice was shrill with excitement.
“I’ll get a stick—a stone—something——” panted Russ.
Just then from inside the truck came a stamping sound, as if the animal were kicking about. At the same time a loud cry echoed.
“What’s the matter?” asked Daddy Bunker, coming back from the front end of the truck.
At the same time Mr. Armstrong, the farmer, hurried out of a side gate, calling:
“Did any of you see a little colt? He got out of the pasture, and I don’t want him to run away. He’s valuable and he may get hurt.”
Before any one could answer the sound of neighing came from inside the truck, and then Russ knew it was made by the animal he and Rose had seen standing in the straw.
“Ha! That sounds like my colt!” said Farmer Armstrong.
“It is!” shouted Russ, with a laugh. “He’s in the auto. I’ll get him out.”
The oldest Bunker boy started to go inside the auto truck, whence came the neighing, stamping sound of the little horse. But Mr. Armstrong called out: