"Jumpin' Jeremiah!" muttered Sam, as he ran towards the stable. "Is that
Mandy Haley? Guess we don't know much about her."
His nimble fingers soon had Dexter hitched to the buggy and speeding
down the lane at a pace sufficiently rapid to suit the high spirit of
even that fiery young colt.
At the high road he came upon his friends, some of whom were working
with Perkins, others conversing in awed and hurried undertones.
"Hello, Sam!" they called. "Hold up!"
"I'm in a hurry, boys, don't stop me. I'm scared to death. And you
better git home. She'll be down on you again."
"How is he?" cried a voice.
"Don't know. I'm goin' for the doctor, and the sooner we git that doctor
the better for everybody around." And Sam disappeared in a whirl of
dust.
"Say! Who would a thought it?" he mused. "That Mandy Haley? She's a
terror. And them eyes! Oh, git on, Deck, what you monkeyin' about?
Wonder if she's gone on that young feller? I guess she is all right!
Say, wasn't that a clout he handed Perkins. And didn't she give me one.
But them eyes! Mandy Haley! By the jumpin' Jeremiah! And the way she
looks at a feller! Here, Deck, what you foolin' about? Gwan now, or
you'll git into trouble."
Deck, who had been indulging himself in a series of leaps and plunges,
shying at even the most familiar objects by the road side, settled down
at length to a businesslike trot which brought him to the doctor's door
in about fifteen minutes from the Haleys' gate.
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