that the beast had a wicked look in his eyes.
Ruth had ridden in the cart along the country road and had alighted from the vehicle, her part being over. Then, just as Mr. Bunn was about to get off the mule's back a bee, or some, other insect, stung the animal.
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.
