But the thought of the bewitching Belle made him keep his seat, and he
resolved that if he must die he would do it like a martyr.

The horse went on, and at last they neared the end of the short journey.
But here a new obstacle presented itself. There was a big fence and a
gate, and the gate was tight shut.

As they could not enter the grounds without opening the gate, the dude
got down out of the carriage. He did not hand the reins to either of the
ladies but laid them over the dashboard.

The instant the gate was swung open the steed darted forward, and
brought up with a jerk against a post that happened to be in the way.
Here he reared and plunged, causing the young ladies to scream "murder"
at the top of their voices.

"Oh, my! Oh, dear me!" bawled Felix, and took refuge behind a
neighboring hedge. "The horse has gone crazy! He'll bite somebody next!"

The cries reached some men who were not far off, and they came running
to the assistance of the party. One caught the steed by the bridle and
soon had him quieted down.

"I'll never drive that horse again!" said the dude. "Not for a million
dollars!"

"How are we to get home?" queried Belle.

"I'll drive you," said one of the men. "I know this horse. He used to
belong to Bill Perkins. I know how to handle him."