As it came out of the barn Zeek and the others were startled to see Nan Bobbsey clinging to the rope. Before she could let go she was being given a dangerous hay trolley ride out of the barn, high in the air over the yard.
“Oh! Oh!” gasped the little girl, as she realized her plight.
“Hold on! Hold on!” shouted Zeek. “Don’t let go and you’ll be all right in a minute! Hold on!”
CHAPTER XIV
BERT’S WATER MILL
Nan Bobbsey was sure of one thing—and this was that she was going to hold with all her might to that rope attached to the hay fork. To let go, now that the fork was out of the barn and over the open yard, would mean a bad fall. So the girl clenched her fingers around the rope and set her teeth. It was a little “scary,” she said afterward, to look down to the earth, though, as a matter of fact, it was not more than twenty feet below her. But that is quite a fall to take.
However, Nan’s danger was soon over. The horse backed so that the laden fork and the girl came back over the wagon load of hay, and then Zeek cried:
“You can let go now! You’re all right.”
Nan could see this for herself. She saw that her feet dangled a little way above the big pile of hay on the wagon.
She opened her fingers and dropped into the mass of sweet-smelling grass with a sigh of relief.