Chicken Little got hastily to her feet. There was no time to nurse bruises. She must catch Caliph somehow.
“Golly, he’s got that beautiful Mexican saddle on and he may take a notion to roll. I knew I hadn’t any business to take it, but I wanted to ride him just as Ernest does.”
Katy and Gertie noticed the “Golly,” but there seemed to be more important business on hand.
“Do you suppose you could take Calico and catch him?” asked Katy anxiously.
“I don’t know, but I guess I’ll have to try.”
Katy and Gertie climbed down and Chicken Little swung herself up.
“Maybe one of you’d better come, too, to hold Calico and ride him home if I catch Caliph.”
“I’ll come, and Gertie had better run and change her clothes and go back to the orchard to give the boys their lunch, if they come before we get back. Don’t tell them where we’re gone.”
211“Nor about Caliph, Gertie, you can say we’ll be back in a minute.”
Katy had mounted behind Jane while she was giving this last direction and poor Calico started off at a gallop. They crossed the creek and came to the place where the road forked just beyond the timber without seeing hide or hair of Caliph.