"They mustn't get into that pony cart," said Mrs. Bobbsey, for she saw
Bert lifting Freddie up into the small wagon, while Nan was doing the
same for Flossie.
"They won't hurt it, ma'am," said the foreman. "I brought that pony
cart around on purpose, so you could give it to the children. It's
been here some time, but as there weren't any children it hasn't been
used much. The boys got the cart out and mended it when they heard the
Bobbsey twins were coming."
"That is very kind of them, I'm sure," said Mr. Bobbsey. "Is the pony
safe to drive?"
"Oh, yes, your older boy or girl can manage him all right. Look,
they're all in now. We can go out and I'll tell them what to do."
But before Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey and the foreman could reach the pony
cart, in which the Bobbsey twins were now seated, something happened.
There was the report of a shot, and a moment later the pony started
off at a fast gallop, dragging the cart and the children after him.
"Oh, he's running away!" cried Mrs. Bobbsey.
Pages:
163
164
165
166
167
168
169
170
171
172
173
174
175
176
177
178
179
180
181
182
183
184
185
186
187