"That's right, Joe. If he doesn't look out he'll have an upset, or
a runaway."

The vehicle in question was a light buggy; drawn by a particularly
large and spirited horse. Seated in the carriage, as the boys
could see from their point of vantage, were two men. Who they were
could not be distinguished at that distance, but the carriage was
rapidly coming nearer.

"There he goes!" suddenly cried Joe.

As his chum spoke Blake saw that one of the reins had parted,
probably because the driver pulled on it too hard in trying to
bring the restive steed down to a walk.

Once the spirited horse felt that he was no longer under control,
save by one line, which was worse than none, he sprang forward,
and at once began to gallop, pulling after him the light carriage,
which swayed from side to side, threatening every moment to
collapse, overturn, or at least be torn loose from the horse.

"There he goes!" yelled Joe again.

"I should say so!" agreed Blake. "There are going to be some
doings soon!"

This was evident, for the horse was running away, a fact not only
apparent in itself, but heralded by the looks on the faces of the
two occupants of the carriage, and by their frightened cries,