“Oh, I don’t doubt that. You’ve turned up some dandy news stories for your father’s paper. But this is different.”
“How so?”
“In the first place we both know there’s no such thing as a Headless Horseman. It must all be a joke.”
“Would you call that advertisement in the Hobostein paper a joke?”
“It could have been. We don’t know many of the facts.”
“That’s why we’re here.” Penny guided Bones onto the wide turnpike. Before she could add more, Louise’s grasp about her waist suddenly tightened.
“Listen, Penny! Someone’s coming!”
Penny drew rein. Distinctly, both girls could hear the clop-clop of approaching hoofbeats. Their hope that it might be White Foot was quickly dashed. A moment later the same horseman they had observed a few minutes earlier, swung around the bend.
The young man rapidly overtook the girls. From the way he grinned, they suspected that they presented a ridiculous sight as they rocked along on Bones’ swaying back. He sat his own horse, a handsome roan, with easy grace.
Louise tugged at her skirt which kept creeping above her knees. “He’s laughing at us!” she muttered under her breath.