as much sense as a jack rabbit; I was taking long chances to run that
hill."

"Well, for pity's sake, what did you do it for?"

"It was the only thing to do. How do you think we'd have come out of
the mix-up if we had met Banjo on the Hog's Back, where there isn't
room to pass? Don't you think we'd have been pretty well smashed up,
both of us, by the time we got to the bottom of that gully, there?
A runaway horse is a nasty thing to meet, let me tell you--especially
when it's as scared as Banjo was. They won't turn out; they just go
straight ahead, and let the other fellow get out of the way if he can."

"I--I thought you did it just for a joke," said the Little Doctor, weakly.
"I told Cecil you did it to frighten me, and Cecil said--"

"I don't think you need to tell me what Cecil said," Chip remarked,
with the quiet tone that made one very uncomfortable.

"It wasn't anything so dreadful, you know--"

"I don't want to know. When is he coming, did you say?"

"Next Wednesday--and this is Friday. I know you'll like Cecil."

Chip made him a cigarette, but he hadn't heart enough to light it.
He held it absently in his fingers.

"Everybody likes Cecil."