"It would be just like him," sighed Bob. "It will make an awful bill to pay, won't it?"
A little further on they came to where a barn and a wagon shed lined the road. 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.
