"What if I did? That is none of your business."

"It is my business when you want me to lie for you, though; and I shall
not do it."

"Blow on me, and see what you will get."

"I don't mean to blow on you."

"Yes you do."

"I will not lie about it; that's all."

"By jolly! see that horse!" exclaimed Tom, suddenly, as he pointed to
the road leading to Riverdale centre.

"By gracious!" added Bobby, dropping his fish pole, as he saw the horse
running at a furious rate up the road from the village.

The mad animal was attached to a chaise, in which was seated a lady,
whose frantic shrieks pierced the soul of our youthful hero.

The course of the road was by the river's side for nearly half a mile,
and crossed the stream at a wooden bridge but a few rods from the place
where the boys were fishing.

Bobby Bright's impulses were noble and generous; and without stopping
to consider the peril to which the attempt would expose him, he boldly
resolved to stop that horse, or let the animal dash him to pieces on
the bridge.