He led the horse to the roadside and set it to cropping the grass; then he undressed and put his clothes in the buggy, petted the horse a moment to secure its compassion and its loyalty, then hurried to the stream.

He swam out and soon had the hat.

When he got to the top of the bank the horse was gone! His legs almost gave way under him.

The horse was walking leisurely along the road.

Brown trotted after it, saying, "Whoa, whoa, there's a good fellow;" but whenever he got near enough to chance a jump for the buggy, the horse quickened its pace a little and defeated him.