“I just know you are hurting poor Frolic dreadfully! She’ll have a bad stomachache from those straps that are cutting her in half!”
Every one laughed at Betty’s concern, but it drew attention to the work going on; and so, in watching Frolic being strapped up, every one forgot about Jolt. The old rascal saw his opportunity to escape to the delectable grazing ground from which he had been ruthlessly lassoed a short time before. So he wheeled and started for the trail.
But he forgot to make allowances for the projecting packs, and in passing between two tall pines with but a foot’s space between the trunks, the crates became firmly wedged. So fast was he held, in fact, that Tally grinned when Julie yelled, “Jolt’s running away again!”
Tally reassured her, “Jolt no run now—him rest awhile.”
When Frolic had been made ready to start, the men went after Jolt. The aluminum cooking-ware had been hung, the last thing, upon the sides of the packs, and now the dishes were dented almost out of shape because they were the “bumpers” that came between the packs and the treetrunks. It took some time to dislodge the mule and his packs from between the trees, as it was necessary to protect the cooking utensils as much as possible.
This delicate operation was just being completed, when a cry from the scouts drew all attention back to Frolic again.
The tautly-drawn ropes caused Frolic an unpleasant sensation after the days of freedom from harness, so when she was left quite alone, she decided that rolling might ease matters. She lay down and rolled and kicked her heels high in the air, then she rolled again. She kept it up until the scouts knew that every bottle and box in their duffel-bags must be powdered into other necessities.
Tally rushed over and gave Frolic a vicious kick that instantly stopped her rolling, and caused her to lift inquiring eyes to those about her. Strange to say, Betty offered no protest when Tally kicked the mule again, to make her get upon her feet.
“There, now!” exclaimed Julie. “See that you maintain an upright behavior, you shiftless woman!”
The others laughed, for all were gay because the signal had been given to start along the trail. All went well after that, while the mules trotted closely after the horses, and the riders congratulated themselves that henceforth their troubles with the two mules were over. But they were to be undeceived further on.