CHAPTER XIII
IN THE CORNFIELD
Just about this time a race was going to be run. There were a number of horses, with jockey lads on their backs, waiting for the signal to begin their fast pace around the track. Up in the booth, where the judges and the starter were standing to give the signal, everything was in readiness. The people around the race track were all excited, for they wanted to see which horse would win.
And then, just as the starter gave the word, and the jockey boys on their horses' backs called to their steeds to run fast, out on the track walked the horse to whose neck Freddie was clinging!
At first the little fellow had been so startled when the animal to whose back he had scrambled walked out of the barn with him that he had not known what to do. He just clung there.
But, finding that the horse was very gentle and did not try to reach back and bite his legs, Freddie began rather to like it.
"Go 'long, nice horsie! Go 'long!" called Freddie, and he clapped his heels against the sides of the animal.
The horse went along all right—fairly out on to the race track, and just as the race was starting!
"Here! Where you going?"