CHAPTER XVII

THE RACE AND THE RUNAWAY


Bert loved to ride and drive, but it must be confessed that he did not
enjoy racing.

The road was rather uneven, and he could not help but think what the
consequences might be if the cutter should strike a deep hollow or a big
stone.

"Don't let Rusher run away," he said to his friend. "Be careful."

Bob was by this time having his hands so full that he could not answer.

"Steady, Rusher, steady!" he called out to the steed. "Steady, old boy!"

But the old race horse was now warmed up to his work and paid no
attention to what was said. On and on he sped, until the young man in
the other cutter was gradually outdistanced.

"Told you I could beat you!" flung back Bob.

"The race is yours," answered the young man, in much disappointment, and
then he dropped further back than ever.

"Better slacken up, Bob," said Bert. "There is no use in driving so hard