“Well, anyway, we must go up there,” said Jack Frost.
“We certainly must,” said Nimbus, “and as soon as possible. I expect Aurora Borealis will be reporting him at any time now.”
At that exact moment the sky lighted up with pink splendor that waved and flickered and danced over the heavens.
“There she is now,” cried Nimbus. “Come, let us be off!”
“Please,” said Billy, who was intensely excited, “may I go, too? I should dearly love to help catch him.”
“Why, yes, I guess so,” said Nimbus. “I’ll enchant the trolley car again and we’ll all go in that.”
The trolley car had been very badly damaged by the Equine Ox, but Nimbus merely tapped it with his wand and it became whole again. The motorman regarded him open-mouthed.
“Wouldn’t he be a wonder in a repair shop?” he exclaimed.
“I guess she’ll hold together now,” said Nimbus. “Come on, Jack Frost; come on, Billy,” and he led the way into the car.
The conductor and the motorman took their places, and the Equine Ox at the last moment crowded into the rear door. There was scarcely room for him, but Nimbus did not care to lose any time in putting him out.