But need anybody know he had broken it? John was coming back with the colts; and, as Pollio saw him, he plunged headlong into a barrel of straw. John laughed, and thought that was a boy’s way of hunting for eggs. He did not suppose Pollio had climbed into the carriage at all.
“Glad I got out before he came,” thought Pollio, his heart beating fast.
CHAPTER XI.
POLLIO MAKES UP HIS MIND.
But Pollio’s conscience was not easy. He danced about as if the barn-floor were covered with thistles and every step hurt him. As he flew from barrel to hay-mow, and from hay-mow to hogshead, he kept talking to himself in this way:—
“Poh! what do I care? Smart carriage to break so easy as that! My papa wouldn’t keep one ’thout it was strong enough to jump on. What do I care?”
But he did care: he cared a great deal.
“Oh, dear! I can’t find any eggs,” said Posy.