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He spoke to the driver, with a view to increasing the speed of the team, but Borgy had entered into the spirit of the fun at hand, and he was, moreover, a great friend of Dora, and he shook his head. "Couldn't do it sir," he said. "I wouldn't want to run the risk of winding them." "Do you mean to say they cannot outrun these boys?" demanded the head assistant at Putnam Hall.
"Come on, let us go along!" And pell-mell went the boys after the carriage, which had just turned from the horse-block with the teacher and Mrs. Stanhope inside, and a farmhand named Borgy on the front seat. Dora Stanhope had witnessed the approach of the boys, and now she came out into the garden again and confronted them.
"Yes, mother says she will hire a man. But men are difficult to get that is, one who is reliable. We had to discharge Borgy on account of drunkenness." "Perhaps father will let Alexander Pop come up here for a while," cried Dick, struck with the idea. "I don't believe he needs the man at home, and Aleck is thoroughly reliable, even if he is colored." "Yes, I know Pop well.
But we come over to Europe with our pockets full o' money and start in to see the Big City with Jesse James in a false mustache on one arm, and Lucresha Borgy, under an assumed name, on the other!"
"Hardly, sir the lads is uncommonly good runners," answered Borgy meekly. "I will show you how to manage them!" ejaculated Josiah Crabtree, and stepped over to the front seat. I "Oh, Josiah, be careful!" pleaded Mrs. Stanhope. "I know how to drive horses, so don't worry," answered Crabtree, and took up both reins and whip.
A second later the carriage struck a stone, bounced up, and Borgy was pitched out, to land in the midst of some bushes growing by the roadside. The bolting of the team proved almost fatal to the boys in front, who scattered just in time to let horses and carriage pass them with lightning-like speed. Then the cadets gathered together and stared blankly at one another. "It's a runaway!"
Before Borgy could stop him he had given one of the horses a smart cut on the flank. The steed was a spirited one and not used to the whip, and scarcely had the lash landed than he gave a wild leap into the air, came down, and broke into a mad run, dragging his mate with him.
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