Ruth Fielding at Silver Ranch

lar use, and Tom Cameron realized that as well as did Jane Ann. The boy from the East picked himself up and

oman, in any case; and a moment after the ponies broke

unged along the narrow trail, weaving the buckboard from side to side, and Mary was helpless to stop them. On the

ng vehicle Tom was shouting to them to "pull 'em down!" Ruth wrenched h

y's ear, and seized the leathers just as

one hand and saved her from being thrown out of the pitching vehicle. And so, with her ch

weight exercised small pressure on those iron jaws. On and on they dashed, rocking the buck

easts first jumped. There was no parapet at the outer edge of the shelf-just the

, crushed and mangled at the bottom of the ca?on-and again, Helen's broken body being swept away in the river! And The Fox-th

er. Mainly the runaway ponies held her attention. Sh

ling on the curbs was having its effect? The pressure on their iron jaws must have

in the road

t dash themselves headlong over the precipice, and the buckboard would follow, or, in swerv

en the result of previous knowledge on her part, for the girl of the Red Mill was no horsewoman. Jane Ann Hi

herself back once more. The force she brought to bear on the nigh pony by this action was too much fo

il-and so suddenly that Mary Cox was all but flung headlong upon the struggling animals. R

toway, his pony in a lather, recalled by the sound of the runaways' drumming hoofs. The Indian flung himself from the saddle and gripped the bridles of the fallen horse

arply. "How'd they get in this shape? I thought you could driv

rap and they got away," s

" commanded Jane Ann, vigo

o i

pointing an accusing finger at Mary Cox. "I saw he

d The Fox, al

" repeate

're dangerous. It wasn't right for the men to give us

cle Bill all right, and I bet you don't get a chance to p

ced a restraining hand on the arm of the angry

w be at the bottom of these rocks. And she'll never thank you for saving her life, and f

some better. The ponies don't seem to be hurt much. Some scraped, that's all. We can go on, I reckon.

m. "She did the trick-and showed how plucky she is in the bargain. Di

of the Red Mill and flung

ow of anybody who is braver. If you'd been brought up right out here

w we'll go on to the camping place. Don't let's have any more words about it, or your fun will all be s

onies and, Tom now in the lead, the processi