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Zip didn't "gid-dap" very fast, but he kept on going. And when he came to the top of the hill, and began to trot down toward Lake Sagatook, he went faster. I think he knew he could have a good rest in the barn, and also have some hot supper. For it was getting near to supper-time. The sun was going down in the west, and in a little while it would be dark.
Gid-dap!" cried Tad again, and he made the Horse go faster and faster. Nearer and nearer the rockers went to the Bold Tin Soldier. He wanted to shout aloud, but that was against the rules. And the Horse wanted to stop and turn about, and that, also, was against the rules, as long as Tad was there.
"Oh, well, never mind that," went on Russ. "Maybe I can ask him again, though," said Laddie, brightening up. "We can have daddy take us there, and I can ask him then." "What would daddy want to take us there for?" asked Russ. "To see the old coat. Maybe Mr. Gannon has another, and that has the papers in." "I don't guess so," answered Russ. "Gid-dap, Zip."
They will send you word where he is if they find him." "I will give you his photograph," said Mr. Ward. As Mr. and Mrs. Brown walked across the lawn, they saw Bunny and Sue playing with the two dogs. Bunny was on Splash's back as though the dog were a horse, and Sue was doing the same thing with Dix. "Gid-dap!
They rode many miles on Star Face and Clipclap, sometimes taking Trouble with them. "I want to dwive," said the little fellow one day, as he sat on the saddle in front of his brother. "All right, you may drive a little while," Teddy answered, and he let Baby William hold the reins. "Now I a cowboy!" exclaimed the little fellow. "Gid-dap, Clipclap! I go lasso a Injun!"
"Gid-dap, Clipclap!" cried Teddy. The two ponies started to run. "Oh, I'm going to beat! I'm going to beat!" Janet cried, for she saw that Star Face was getting ahead of Clipclap. "No you're not!" shouted Teddy, and he touched his heel to the pony's flank. Clipclap gave a jump forward, and then something happened.
I want to ride him around the stack a few times to get the hang of the ring," laughed Phil. "It's a good, safe place to fall, anyway. Do I get some breakfast after this exhibition?" he questioned. "That depends. Go on." "Gid-dap!" commanded Phil, patting the black on its powerful neck. Then they went trotting around the stack, the men backing off to get a better view of the exhibition.
And when Dick sat in the red leather seat and pulled on the red reins and shouted to his Horse he was a very happy boy, and the White Rocking Horse felt glad also. "Gid-dap!" called Dick. "Gid-dap, my Rocking Horse!" And the Horse galloped across the room. All of a sudden Dorothy came running into the playroom where Dick sat on his Horse. "Oh, Dick! Dick!" cried the little girl.
"Maybe they'll make us go back." "Well, if they do we'll have some fun, anyhow," said Teddy, laughing. "Gid-dap, Clipclap." "It's a good thing we've two ponies instead of one goat," remarked Janet, after they had ridden on a little farther. "Course it is," agreed Ted. "We couldn't both ride Nicknack, though he could pull us both in the wagon." "Maybe he'd be afraid of Indians," suggested Janet.
Then he played "Paddy-cake, paddy-cake, Baker's man," with Dinkie, who took to him at once, and when I came back from getting the extra cot ready in the bunk-house, my infant prodigy was on the new hired man's back, circling the dinner-table and shouting "Gid-dap, 'ossie, gid-dap!" as he went, a proceeding which left the seamed old face of Whinstane Sandy about as blithe as a coffin-lid.
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