"There!" said Vosh, as he held out his hand to help Susie alight, "that's the longest slide down hill anybody ever took in Benton Valley. Nobody'll beat that in a hurry."
"I don't think they will," she said; and Pen added inquiringly,—
"We ain't scared a bit, Vosh. We'd just as lief have another."
That was what the sorrel colt was coming down the road for; and they were speedily on their way up, more envied than ever.
"Don't I wish aunt Judith was here now!" exclaimed Pen.
"She'd never ride down hill in this thing," said Vosh. "I'm glad she didn't see us come."
There was a great deal of work before the sorrel colt that morning, and knot after knot of curious spectators came out of the village "to see how Vosh Stebbins had gone to work and beaten that there Cobbleville ripper."
"He's a cute one."
"Regular built genius."
"There ain't such another feller in Cobbleville. He beat 'em all at spellin', too."