As soon as
Bert and Nan had followed Flossie and Freddie up into the small cart
the shot had sounded and away the pony galloped, the reins almost
slipping over the dashboard.
"Oh, Bert!" cried Nan, grasping Flossie and Freddie around their
waists so the small twins would not fall out, "what shall we do?"
Bert did not answer just then. For one thing he had to hold on to the
side of the cart so he would not be jostled out. And another reason he
did not answer Nan was because he was trying to think what was the
best thing to do.
He looked ahead down the ranch road, and did not see anything into
which the pony might crash, and so hurt them all. The road was clear.
Behind him Bert could hear his mother, his father, and the foreman
shouting. Bert hoped some of the cowboys might be there also, and that
they would run after and stop the pony. But when he looked back he did
not see any of the big, jolly, rough men on their speedy little cow
ponies.
Bert saw his father and mother, and also Mr.
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