Together the two women fought
their way out from under the canvas.
"Catch 'em! Catch 'em!" Jim was yelling at the top of his voice. "The
horses are getting away!"
"Yes, and they have taken a good part of the tent with them," called
Harriet.
The men had halted, not knowing whether they should proceed or not.
"Come on! come on!" cried Miss Elting. She could not see the horses,
but she could hear them crashing through the bushes whinnying in
terror. There was something sinister in this sudden outbreak,
something that neither Miss Elting nor Harriet Burrell understood.
Jane, having crawled from beneath the overturned tent, came running to
them.
"What a mess!" she cried in dismay. "I feel as though I had been in a
railroad wreck. What was it?"
"The horses," answered Harriet.
"Is that all? Didn't anything fall on us?"
"I think we had a narrow escape from being trampled by the horses."
The guide came running to them.
"Was any one hurt? What, the tent down?"
"Yes. The animals ran into it and tore it down," replied the guardian.
"I don't understand it at all.
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