Then the excited Dutchman became aware of the situation and pulled back on the lines.
He chuckled delightedly as he jerked and sawed on the bit.
He, Carl Pretzel, had been running away from his old pard! What a joke!
And there, in the automobile with Matt, was the manager of the show.
It wouldn't be long, now, before Carl found out how much he was to get for recovering the stolen horse and runabout.
[CHAPTER XIII.]
THE LACQUERED BOX.
Probably that Kentucky horse of Burton's had never been treated in his life as he was that afternoon. He was muddy with sweat and dust, and his high-strung spirits, by that time thoroughly aroused, rebelled against the curb.