"I think we'd better
walk the other way."
So they all turned around and began to walk in the opposite direction.
The wind turned, too, and the snow came into their faces faster than
ever.
"Look out!" screamed Helen Graham, as they stumbled across a street.
"Here comes something!"
Something big and black was coming toward them out of the snowstorm.
It moved slowly and Jimmie Butterworth said he thought it was a
battleship.
"Who ever saw a battleship on the land?" said Perry Phelps. "I'll bet
you it is a--a cow."
Perry said this hastily because he had thought at first the thing
coming toward them was a motor truck, but before he could say so his
quick eyes had made out four moving legs.
"It's a horse and wagon," said Sunny Boy. "Let's ask the driver to
give us a ride home."
"Hey, mister!" shouted the boys as the wagon came close to them. "Let
us in? Where are you going? Let us ride with you, please?"
The horse stopped, but no one answered. It seemed, tired, poor animal,
and stood with its head down and winking its eyes to keep the snow out
of them.
"Let us ride with you?" said Jimmie Butterworth politely. "I think
some of us are lost."
Sunny Boy moved closer to the wagon. He peered in where the driver
should sit. He could not see any one, and he noticed that the reins
were tied around the whip handle.
"I don't believe any one is driving this horse," he said suddenly.
CHAPTER X
WHERE THE HORSE LIVED
Sunny Boy was right.
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