yet he felt he was guilty for having taken part. Perhaps his father
would have to pay for part of the damage done.

"Maybe old Rusher ran right into town and smashed things right and
left," he said to his friend.

"It would be just like him," sighed Bob. "It will make an awful bill to
pay, won't it?"

A little further on they came to where a barn and a wagon shed lined the
road. Under the shed stood a horse and cutter.

"My gracious me!" burst out Bob.

"Why--why--is it Rusher?" gasped Bert.

"It is!" shouted his friend.

Both boys ran up, and as they did so a farmer came from the barn.

"Oh, Mr. Daly, did you catch our horse?"

"I did, Bob," said the farmer. "Had a runaway, eh?"

"Yes, sir. Rusher threw us both into the old sand pit. I'm ever so glad
you caught him. Is the cutter broken?"

"Not that I noticed. I knew you must have had a spill-out. I saw you
going to the lake right after dinner."