"Here comes a driver now," said Flossie, who saw one of the men from
her father's lumber yard hurrying along the road.

"Is anybody hurt?" the man asked, as he came up, running and breathing
fast, for he had come a long way.

"No one, I think," answered Mrs. Bobbsey. "But my little boy had a
very narrow escape."

"I am sorry," said the driver. "I left the team standing out in front
of the lumber yard, while I went in the office to find out where I was
to deliver the planks. When I came out the horses were trotting away.
I guess they were scared by something. I ran fast, but I could not
catch them."

"Snap caught them for you," said the twins' mother, as she looked at
the former circus dog, who was still holding the horse-reins.

"Yes, he's a good dog," the lumber wagon driver said. "I was afraid,
when I saw how far the horses had gone, that they might do some
damage. But I'm glad no one was hurt."

"I think we all are glad," spoke Mrs. Bobbsey. "It was partly my
little boy's own fault, for he should not have gotten on his brother's
bicycle. But he won't do it again."

"No, I never will!" promised Freddie, as he rubbed his leg where it
had been bruised a little from becoming tangled up in the wire spokes.

Snap barked and wagged his tail, as the driver took the lines from