“Say, just look at Barry, will you,” said Bob. “He’s making friends with the horses.”
And sure enough the terrier was leaping at the noses of the two big sorrels and whining delightedly. And the horses evidently reciprocating the sudden affection, were bobbing their heads down to him as he leaped about. Dan called to him and lifted him into the wagon, where he scurried industriously about, sniffing and sneezing and pawing at the litter of dusty straw and chaff.
“Where are you going?” asked Jerry as he chirped to the horses.
“We were going to see you,” answered Nelson. “Isn’t it odd we should have found you like this? Where have you been?”
“Just down the road a piece. I was delivering a load of grain for Mr. Osgood.”
“Does he live near here?” asked Tom.
“About a mile beyond,” answered Jerry. “I’d like for you to stop and see him. I—I been telling him about you.”
“Of course we’ll stop,” said Nelson. “Besides—” He paused and looked inquiringly at the others. They nodded.
“Go ahead,” said Bob.
“Fire away,” added Dan.