“To look at those beasts,” Tavia said, ruefully, and some time after the event, “you wouldn’t think they could
run at all.”
Certainly a pair of steers1 tipping the scales at a ton and a half each did not look like racing2 machines. But they
proved to be that as they thundered down hill.
Had one of them fallen on the way we shrink from thinking of the result—to the two girls in the cart. The long,
lingering dog that had started the trouble was left far behind. The three collegians who had come over the hill to
surprise the girls, could not gain a yard in the race. As for “that redhead” who had governed the steers before
they ran, he just missed the rear of the cart and he followed it down the steep grade with an abandon that was
For he couldn’t catch it; and had he been able to, what advantage would it have given him?
When a span of steers wish to run away, and decide upon running away, and really get into action,179 nothing but a
ten-foot stone wall will stop them. And there was no wall at hand.
The great wheels bounced and the cart threatened to turn over at every revolution of the wheels; Tavia screamed
intermittently5; Dorothy held on grimly and hoped for the best.
The steers kept right on in a desperately6 grim way, their tails still stiffened7. They reached the bottom of the hill
and were at the very verge8 of the sloping bank into the shallows of the river.
A suicidal mania9 seemed to have gained possession of their bovine10 minds. They cared nothing for themselves, for the
wagon11, or for the passengers in that wagon. Into the river they plunged12. The wabbling cart rolled after them until
the water rose more than hub high.
And then the oxen halted abruptly13, both lowered their noses a little, and both began to drink!
“Such excitement over an old drink of water!” gasped14 Tavia, and then fell completely into the hay and could not
rise for laughing.
“Do—do you suppose they ran down here—like that—just to get a drink?” demanded Dorothy. “Why—why I was scared
almost to death!”
“Me, too; we could have been killed just as easy, whether the oxen were murderously inclined or as playful as
kittens. Ugh! that redhead!”
“It wasn’t his fault,” said Dorothy.
“He never should have left us alone with them.”
180 “It was that dog did it,” declared Dorothy.
“Don’t matter who did it. The dog was funny enough looking to scare ’em into fits,” giggled15 Tavia. “Here he
comes again. Oh, I hope the oxen don’t see him.”
“Yet you blame the young man with the—light hair,” hesitated Dorothy. “Here he comes now.”
The excited young man with the flame-colored tresses was ahead of the three collegians. He leaped right into the
water and called to the girls to come to the back of the cart.
“’Tis no knowing when them ugly bastes16 will take it inter4 their heads to start ag’in,” he declared, holding his
strong arms to Dorothy. “Lemme carry ye ashore17 out o’ harm’s way, Miss.”
Dorothy trusted herself to him at once. But the boys were not to be outdone in this act of gallantry—at least, one
of them was not. Bob Niles rushed right into the water and grabbed Tavia, whether she wanted to be “rescued” or
not.
“Bob, my dear boy,” said Tavia, in her most grown-up manner, “don’t stub your poor little piggy-wiggies and send
us both splash into the water. That would be too ridiculous.”
“I shall bear you safely ashore, Tavia—no fear,” he grunted18. “Whew! You’ve been putting on flesh, I declare,
since New Year’s,” he added.
“Pounds and pounds,” she assured him. “Now, up the bank, little boy.”
181 Dorothy was already deposited in safety and her cousins were taking their turns in “saluting her on both
cheeks;” but when Bob tried to take toll19 from Tavia in that way she backed off, threatening him with an upraised
hand.
“You are no cousin—make no mistake on that point, sir,” she declared.
“Huh! I ought to have some reward for saving you from a watery20 grave,” said Bob, sheepishly.
“Charge it, please,” lisped Tavia. “There are some debts I never propose to pay till I get ready.”
But she, like Dorothy, was unfeignedly glad to see the three young men again. While they chattered21 with Ned, and
Nat, and Bob, the red-haired young man got his oxen and the cart out of the river and guided the animals back toward
the hill.
There came on a dog-trot from the scene of the excavating22 operations a fat, puffy man, who snatched the whip out of
redhead’s hand and proceeded to administer a tongue lashing23, part of which the girls and their companions
overheard.
“Oh! he doesn’t deserve that,” said Dorothy, mildly. “It wasn’t his fault.”
“He shouldn’t have left us alone in the cart,” pouted24 Tavia. “That’s Mr. Simpson, one of father’s foremen. Let
him be. A scolding never killed anybody yet—otherwise, how would I have survived Olaine this term?”
182 Dorothy was not quite satisfied, but she was overborne by her companions to go back to town and so did not see
the end of the controversy25 between the foreman and “That Redhead” as Tavia insisted on calling the ox-team driver.
Besides, Tavia acknowledged a cut she had received on her arm by being banged about in the ox-cart.
“You’d better hurry home and put some disinfectant on it,” advised Nat, who always had serious interest in Tavia
’s well-being26.
“Huh!” said Tavia, hotly, “I’m not a kitchen sink, I hope. If you mean antiseptic, say so.”
“Wow!” cried Ned. “Our Tavia has become a purist.”
“Oh, dear, that’s worse!” declared Tavia. “Come on, Doro, I don’t like these boys any more. I am going to
become a man-hater, anyway, I think. They’re always underfoot—— Oh! what a cute dog you’ve got, Ned.”
“’Tain’t mine,” said Ned. “It’s Nat’s.”
“But he seems a long way from his head to his tail for a short-legged beast,” observed Dorothy.
“That’s some dog, let me tell you,” Nat declared, stoutly27. “He’s a real German dachshund.”
“I thought he looked like an animated28 sausage,” declared Tavia, stooping to pet the animal. The creature stood
very still while she patted his sleek29 coat, only blinking his big, soft brown eyes.
183 “He isn’t very sociable30, I don’t think,” grumbled31 Tavia.
“Of course he is,” said Nat. “He’s as good-natured as he can be.”
“How are you going to tell? He doesn’t wag his tail when you pat him on the head—see there!”
“Aw, give him time,” laughed Ned. “Don’t you know it takes a dachshund several minutes to transmit ecstacy along
the line to the terminus?”
They went along to Tavia’s house gaily32. The boys remained to supper, and it was only after that comfortable meal,
and while the boys were in Mr. Travers’ “office,” where he smoked his evening pipe, the girls being busy clearing
the table and washing dishes, that Nat sang out:
“Hi, Doro! did you hear about your redhead?”
“What about him?” cried Dorothy and Tavia.
“Mr. Travers says he got the G. B. after letting those oxen run away.”
“Oh, never!” cried Tavia, coming to the door.
“You were sore on him yourself, Tavia,” reminded Bob Niles.
“But you didn’t discharge him, Father?” questioned the tender-hearted girl.
“No. It was Simpson. But I could not very well interfere,” said Mr. Travers.
“Why not? It wasn’t fair!” urged Tavia.
“I am sure Simpson knows best. Though I liked Tom,” said her father. “I cannot interfere184 between the foreman
and the men. If I did I’d soon have neither overseers nor workmen, but a strike on my hands,” and he laughed.
“I think it is too bad, sir,” said Dorothy, gravely. “Really, it was not his fault at all that we were run away
with.”
“He left you alone with the beasts,” Ned declared.
“He was called by those other men to help,” Tavia retorted.
“Well, he’s gone, I fear,” said Mr. Travers, shaking his head.
“Not out of town, father?”
“I reckon so. Tom comes and goes. He is a good man, although he’s young; but he’s unsettled. Lots of these
workmen are. They go from place to place. He is fit to take charge himself, I believe, of a steel construction gang;
but, as the boys say, ‘something got his goat.’ He doesn’t work at his trade any more. It is a dangerous trade,
and he probably had an accident——”
“Steel construction—bridge building, do you mean, sir?” asked Dorothy, suddenly.
“Why, yes—I suppose so.”
“And he is red-haired!” gasped Dorothy. “Oh, what’s his name, Mr. Travers?”
“Tom Moran; he’s worked for me before—”
“Oh, Doro!” cried Tavia.
“Oh, Tavia!” echoed Dorothy.
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wagon
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bastes
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chattered
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