"Come now, Kittelywink, go 'long!" said he. "You shall have some sugar
when I get home."

Most horses are very fond of sugar, and Winkie was no exception. He
turned his ears back, with what Rob called "a pleased expression," at
this propitiatory tone. But, although he enjoyed the petting now
lavished upon him from all quarters, his sensibilities had apparently
been too deeply wounded to admit of his being at once conciliated.

"I know!" suggested Jack, unwilling to relinquish the reins. "Suppose
I ride on his back?"

Leo demurred till he saw that the pony did not oppose Jack's endeavor
to mount. Winkie appeared to be under the impression that they were
now to leave the wagon and the despised load behind. To the surprise
of the boys he started ahead willingly, and Jack's spirits rose.

"Ha-ha! that's a good fellow!" he began.

Winkie went on a few rods. Presently he discovered that his
expectations were not to be realized. The wagon was unusually heavy
still; the clattering boards set up a racket every time he moved. He
could not get away from them. It might be a good plan to try again,
though. He capered and danced, then plunged onward. Jack did not look
like a model horseman at this juncture. The boys screamed at him,
giving contrary advice; though this made no difference, for his utmost
exertions were directed to clinging to his refractory steed.

The pony was only annoyed, not frightened. He seemed to find Jack's
efforts to keep from falling off quite entertaining. Suddenly a new