THE END.
[THE VOYAGE OF THE "RATTLETRAP."]
BY HAYDEN CARRUTH.
XI.
"You're a miserable, sneaking, treacherous old equine scoundrel!" cried Jack, shaking his fist violently at Old Blacky. "You knew you were making us come the wrong road."
Old Blacky answered never a word, but turned, hit the wagon tongue a kick, and joined the other horses.
"Well, close down the front and let's talk this thing over," said Jack. "In the first place, we are snowed in."
"In the second place," said I, "we may stay snowed in a week."
"I don't think we're prepared for that," said Ollie, very solemnly.