But the frog was unable to obey his request. Its powerful hind legs
straightened like steel springs and shot the big body, with its
passengers, through the fog like an arrow launched from a bow. They
gasped for breath and tried to hang on, and then suddenly the frog
landed just at the edge of the Fog Bank, stopping so abruptly that
his three riders left his back and shot far ahead of him. They felt
the fog melt away and found themselves bathed in glorious rays of
sunshine, but they had no time to consider this change because they
were still shooting through the air, and presently--before they
could think of anything at all--all three were rolling heels over
head on the soft grass of a meadow.






THE PINK COUNTRY

CHAPTER 13





When the travelers could collect their senses and sit up, they
stared about them in bewilderment, for the transition from the
sticky, damp fog to this brilliant scene was so abrupt as to daze
them at first.