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Emerson, Alice B., pseud.

"Betty Gordon at Mountain Camp"


"Wish we had brought a sled with us," Tommy said. "We could have ridden
the girls on it. Aren't you tired, Bobby?"
"Not as tired as you are, I warrant," she said, laughing at him. "Poor
Tommy!"
"Aw, you go fish! I could carry you a mile and not feel it. Gee! What's
this coming?"
Far down the snow-covered road they first heard shouts, then a cloud of
snow-dust spurted into the air and hid whatever it was coming along the
way toward them. Bob immediately drew Betty and Ida to one side of the
road and Tommy urged Bobby to follow.
Suddenly out of the cloud of flying snow appeared a horse's head and
plunging fore feet. Then another and another! They came along the road at
a plunging, blundering pace, snorting and neighing. Behind them were men,
evidently trying to stop the runaways.
"Colts!" shouted Bob. "Yearlings. All young horses. And just about wild.
Remember that bunch we saw in Oklahoma, Betty, that was being driven to
the shipping station? They are wild as bears."
Ida Bellethorne did not seem to be much disturbed by the possibility of
the horses doing them any harm.


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