As Ted rode up to the corral fence he looked through the bars, then
started back in surprise with an exclamation.
"What is it?" asked Stella.
"A man tied to the back of the pony," replied Ted.
"Who?"
"I cannot tell. I cannot see his face."
"Open the gate, Kit, and let me in," said Stella, gathering up her
reins.
"What are you going to do?" asked Ted.
"I'm going to catch that pony and bring him out. That man will be
smashed to death in there by the other ponies if he isn't gotten out
soon."
"Go ahead, but be careful."
Kit swung the gate open, and Stella dashed into the corral.
The ponies were running around the corral, following the line of the
fence, and in the center of the bunch was the little bay pony with the
inert, and probably dead, body of a man hanging head downward on the
pony's flank, rolling horribly, and in constant danger of being hit by
the flying heels of the other ponies, who were frantic at the smell of
blood.
Stella rode among the ponies, following the circle with them, all the
while edging in more and more until she was close to the little bay.
Then she was able to see the face of the man tied to its back.
"It's Farnsworth," she shouted to Ted, who was standing on the fence
watching her movements.
"Get him out as soon as you can," Ted answered.
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