With a "Hee-haw!" worthy of his name the mule lashed out with his
hind feet and, in an instant, the frail cart that Pop Snooks had
constructed was kicked to bits. It was lucky that Ruth was out of it.
As for Wellington Bunn, he fell forward on the mule's back when the
animal kicked out, and there, holding on tightly, the actor clung,
while the beast dashed off down the road, dragging behind him the
shafts and a small part of the cart.
"There he goes! I knew something would happen to him!" cried Mr.
Sneed. "To-day is Friday!"
"Oh, he'll be hurt--maybe killed!" cried Ruth, for, in spite of his
rather too-tragic airs, Mr. Bunn was liked by all.
"I guess he won't get hurt much!" exclaimed Sandy. "Hee-haw never
runs far, an' he never did such a thing before."
However, all the men ran down the road to see the outcome of the
happening to Mr. Bunn, and to lend help, if necessary.
On ran the mule, seemingly not slackening speed, and to his neck, so
that he should not fall off, clung the actor. His long legs flapped
up and down, and swayed from side to side, while his cries of wild
distress floated back to his friends.
"Stop him! Don't let him run! Grab him, somebody!" pleaded Mr. Bunn.
But there was no one who could stop the animal.
However, the ride was not destined to be a long one.
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