"Gosh-all-Friday! How d'ye stop 'er? Ye didn't tell me how ter stop 'er!"
Welcome shot past them like a bullet out of a gun, his voice trailing out behind him and becoming all jumbled up in the distance.
"He can stay on, all right," whooped Chub, "but he can't stop! Why didn't you tell him how to stop, Penny?"
"He never asked me!" answered Penny.
"The thing is runnin' away with him!"
Welcome described another hair-raising turn at another place that allowed him to circle, and came whooping back.
"What'm I goin' to do?" he howled; "how long've I got to keep this thing up?"
"Jump off!" suggested Chub.
"Can't! Ye tied me on! Wow!"
By that time Welcome was out of talking distance again. When he circled back on the next frantic round, it was plain that his gorge was beginning to rise.