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CHAPTER XVII
THE RACE AND THE RUNAWAY
Bert loved to ride and drive, but it must be confessed that he did not enjoy racing.
The road was rather uneven, and he could not help but think what the consequences might be if the cutter should strike a deep hollow or a big stone.
"Don't let Rusher run away," he said to his friend. "Be careful."
Bob was by this time having his hands so full that he could not answer.
"Steady, Rusher, steady!" he called out to the steed. "Steady, old boy!"
But the old race horse was now warmed up to his work and paid no attention to what was said. On and on he sped, until the young man in the other cutter was gradually outdistanced.
"Told you I could beat you!" flung back Bob.
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