Fred on catching sight of the fun-loving Rover. "Are you hurt?"
"Not a bit."
"And the horse?" asked Sam.
"As meek as a lamb—shouldn't wish for a better animal. He wanted a little run, that's all, and I gave it to him."
Soon Dick came up, with Hans riding behind him. The German boy looked at the captured horse with awe.
"Did he bite you?" he questioned.
"No."
"Didn't he hurt you at all?"
"Nary a hurt, Hansy."
"Vonderful!"
"Do you want him back?"
"Not for a dousand tollars, Tom. Of I got to ride him, I valk," continued Hans decidedly.
"Then, supposing you try my horse. He is gentle enough."
"Ton't you been afraid of dot beast?"
"No."
"All right, den, I dook your horse. But of you got killed, it ton't vos mine funeral," added Hans warningly.
The animal Tom had been riding was close by, and soon the German youth was in the saddle and the journey was resumed. They could not go
