A little further on they came to where a barn and a wagon shed lined the road. Under the shed stood a horse and cutter.
"My gracious me!" burst out Bob.
"Why—why—is it Rusher?" gasped Bert.
"It is!" shouted his friend.
Both boys ran up, and as they did so a farmer came from the barn.
"Oh, Mr. Daly, did you catch our horse?"
"I did, Bob," said the farmer. "Had a runaway, eh?"
"Yes, sir. Rusher threw us both into the old sand pit. I'm ever so glad you caught him. Is the cutter broken?"
"Not that I noticed. I knew you must have had a spill-out. I saw you going to the lake right after dinner."
Both boys inspected the cutter and found it in good condition, outside of a few scratches that did not count. Old Rusher was also all right, for which they were thankful.