"There!" Johnnie cried. "There, young fellow! Now I've got you. And
you'll never lead me such a merry chase again."
Twinkleheels acted as mild as the Muley Cow. He stood perfectly still
while Johnnie slipped the halter on his head and buckled it. Then he
followed Johnnie to the pasture bars, down the lane, and into the barn.
"I got him!" Johnnie called to his father.
"I thought you would," said Farmer Green. "That pony likes oats too well
to resist a taste of them."
After that Johnnie had little trouble catching Twinkleheels in the
pasture. Somehow the sound of the shaking oats, and the sight of the
grain measure, seemed to put all thought of the halter out of his head.
To be sure, once Johnnie forgot what he was doing and hid the oats
behind his back, while he held the halter up in front of him and shook
that at Twinkleheels. And it was an hour, that time, before Twinkleheels
would let Johnnie come near him.
But that was a mistake.
One day Johnnie Green was in a great hurry. He was going to ride over
the hill, to play with some friends. Running to the barn, he caught up
Twinkleheels' halter and snatched the four-quart measure off the top of
a barrel.
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