loving youth smiled grimly and shut his teeth hard.
"All right, Old Fireworks, if you want to run, I'll give you all you want of it," he murmured.
On and on they flew, until a bend in the road shut off the others from view. A mile was covered, and the horse showed signs of slackening his speed.
"No, you don't," said Tom. "You wanted to run, now keep it up for a while," and he slapped the animal vigorously. Away went the horse, and another quarter of a mile was passed. Then the horse slackened up once more.
"Another run, please," said Tom, and slapped him as before. The horse went on, but at a reduced speed, and came to a halt before another quarter mile was passed.
"Had about enough, eh?" questioned Tom. "Well, you can run a little more, just for good measure."
By the time the next run came to an end, the horse was covered with foam and tired out, for the road was very rough. Tom now turned him back and made him journey along at a fairly good rate of speed.
"Well, I declare, here comes Tom back!" cried
