New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1907-09-29

up then One Of the farm teams has been scared
Next thing that clear was that there Wa n !
anv driver the wagon and that them crazy horses
was headed straight for that snarl OF pony carts
There MT any yelln done. guess most
evervbodys throat was too Choked up know
mine was. | only hears sound @boVe the bang
and rattle Of them hoofs and wheels. That was
kind OF a groan. and looks down to see Mr., Iwom-
blev-Crane standn up IN the seat Of tourln car,
his face the color Of wax candle, and such look
in his eyes as | amt anxious TO see on any man
again.
use He was too lar away, and there was too big
crowd to get through. Even II he could have got
there soon enough. he couldn't have STOPPED them
crazy brutes any more'n he could have blocked a
cannon ball
feels sick and faint in the pit Of my stomach,
and the one thing | wants do lust then IS
shut nv eyes. But | couldn't | couldn't look
anywhere but at that pair Of tearin' horses and
them broad wheels And that's why | has
GOOD view Of something that Jumps out of the
bushes lands in a heap the wagon, and then
scrambIes toward the front quick cat.
| see the red hair and the blue Jersey and that's
enough | knows its that useless Rusty Quinn
pavin' the fool
Now. il he'd had pair Of arms like Jeffries,
mavbe thered been some hope 81 his pulhn down
them horses inside the couple OF hundred feet there
was between their front toe calks and where little
Miss GLADYS was sIttn rooted 10 the cushions OF her
pony cart. But Rusty's muscle development IS
about equal that Of fourteen-ycar boy. and 1t
looks like he's goIn 10 do more harm than good when
he grabs the Teins from around the whip socket.
But he stands up. plants his feet wide, and settles
back for the pull
Almost before anyone sees his game he's done
the trick. There a smash that sounds like buildln
falin' down, a craclln and spllntcrln Of oak wood
and IRON rattlln of chains, couple OF Soggy
thunps-and when the dust settles down sees
a gray horse rollin' feet up either side of big
maple and al the foot of the all that's left OF
that yellow and blue wagon. Rusty had put what
strength he had into at Just the right time,
and the pole had struck the trunk square IN the
middle
For Il minute there a grand hurrah,
with mothers and fathers ruShIn 20 grab Their
Youngsters out of the carts and hug en-, which
YOU couldn't blame en- for dom either As for
me drops off the back Of the coach and makes =
bee linc for that wreck SO IN among the first dozen
t. get there. IN IN time to shove my shoulder under
the capsizcd wagon body and hold It up.
Well there ain any goIn into details. What
we took from under there didn't hook much like
human ben for limp and shaIeleSs a
bag Of old rags But the light haired Young Teller
that SAID he was a medical student guessed there
might be some life left. lie wa mt sure He held
his ear down, and after he'd listened for a minute
he said maybe something could hc done. So
llid it on Of the side boards and logged II up
10 the house while some Jumps INTO sixty
horse power and starts for Il enough doctor.
II durIn the next ten minutes, when the
Young student Cuttn OFT the blue Jersey and
the ridin pants, and pokin and techn around, that
Mr. TwOrnbev-tr.ine gets the facts Of the story.
He didn't have much to say; but, KNOWN what L