Under the shed stood a horse and cutter.
"My gracious me!" burst out Bob.
"Why--why--is it Rusher?" gasped Bert.
"It is!" shouted his friend.
Both boys ran up, and as they did so a farmer came from the barn.
"Oh, Mr. Daly, did you catch our horse?"
"I did, Bob," said the farmer. "Had a runaway, eh?"
"Yes, sir. Rusher threw us both into the old sand pit. I'm ever so glad
you caught him. Is the cutter broken?"
"Not that I noticed. I knew you must have had a spill-out. I saw you
going to the lake right after dinner."
Both boys inspected the cutter and found it in good condition, outside
of a few scratches that did not count. Old Rusher was also all right,
for which they were thankful.
"It was nice of you to stop the horse," said Bert to Farmer Daly.
"Oh, I'd do as much for anybody," said the farmer. "That is, if it
wasn't too dangerous. Rusher wasn't running very fast when I caught
him."
"He was running fast enough when he threw us out," answered Bob.
It did not take the boys long to get into the cutter again.
"Don't let him get away on the road home," sang out Farmer Daly after
them.
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