Ruth Fielding At Sunrise Farm

n the wrong side to give any assistance at this crucial moment. To have jumped from the seat thre

e horses would go down in a tangle and dr

dancing and plunging, and forcing his mate off the firm footing of t

horse that had broken the trace a

difficulty. The groom could not climb o

nd go" emergency. Ruth was not afraid of horses. She had not been used to them, like

ave to climb over a couple of boys. Ruth was on that end of the sea

shrieked her chum,

roken its harness. She darted around to his head and seized his bridle.

nd the boys, jerked the nigh horse's head around, and so gave his mate a chance to o

ard to her aid. Amid the gabble of the others, t

Tom!" cried his sister

't want to run,"

and leaped down into the road. Tom

n a sudden burst of enthusiasm. "I never saw one

an the praise of any other of her young friends. She gave him a grateful look, and th

d, until Madge positively forbade it, an

and you'd only be in the way," Madg

!" added Helen, s

s about it," said Ruth. "I

anes to fly with, when that horse began to back over the edge

t Ruth's action and she was glad to tur

e leaders to straighten out the team, and the four horses threw thems

was cheerfully winding the horn, and the horses were r

o rapidly. Bob and Madge pointed out the objects of interest as they rolled along-the farmhouses that were to

father's, you'll see so

" demanded one of the gir

and a border of trees on the right hand, hid all that lay beyond on t

ll about it. The sod was clipped close and looked like velvet. Yet the surroundings of the homestead were rather wild, as th

use, but the two huge chimneys, one at either end, pronounced the building to

summerhouse on the lawn, covered with vines; altoget

it?" repeated

b. "He's the chap who won't sell

of an old place!

let stand on the hill beside our own. You se

ded man, in clean linen trousers and a white shirt with a short, starched bosom. He wore no collar

ady some years his junior. Sh

napped his whip over the leaders' ea

ked Belle

Cas

looking people," Hele

thorns-in my father's flesh. You'd

h, softly. Then to herself, she whispered: "And who could