"That runaway must be stopped! It's Miss Fielding and her friends in
that wagon. Stop them!"

"Great Scott, Boss! how you going to stop those mules?" Jim Hooley
demanded.

But Wonota did not ask anybody as to the method of stopping the runaway.
She was perfectly fearless--of either horses or mules. She lashed her
pinto ahead of the rest of the Indian band, cut across a curve of the
trail, and bore down on the runaway wagon.

"That confounded girl is spoiling the shot!" yelled Hooley.

"Never mind! Never mind!" returned Mr. Hammond. "She is going to do
something. There!"

And Wonota certainly did do something. Aiming her pinto across the noses
of the lead-mules, she swerved them off the trail before they reached
that sharp turn at the break of the rough hill. The broken rein made it
impossible for the driver to swerve the leaders that way; but Wonota
turned the trick.

William stood up, despite the bounding wagon, his foot on the brake,
yanking with all his might at the jaws of the other four mules. All six
swung in a wide circle. But William admitted that it was the Indian girl
who started the crazed mules into this path.

The wheels dipped and bounced, threatening each moment to capsize the
wagon. But the catastrophe did not occur. The other Indians rode down