He rides horseback," replied Hippy briefly.

"I am a man of resources." "Especially in leading educated ponies," murmured Emma.
In the meantime, Hippy had taken a canvas bag from his pack and hung it over the pommel of his saddle.
"Come, Little Hindenburg.

We will now go bye-bye," cooed Hippy, lifting the bull pup, depositing it in the open bag, and tying the dog's lead string to the saddle.
"Hippy darlin'!" cried Nora.

"If Hindenburg jumps out he will hang himself and choke to death." "Sure he will.

That is why he isn't going to jump out." Hindenburg stood up in the bag and barked in apparent approval of Hippy's assertion.
"Listen!" exclaimed Emma, holding up a hand.