"I hope Johnnie has some oats for me in that basket," he thought.
Just then Johnnie caught up the pole.
"Oats and corn!" Twinkleheels exclaimed. "What's he going to do with
that enormous whip?" He was so startled that he jumped sideways, and
Johnnie Green all but lost his seat on Twinkleheels' back. As he lurched
in the saddle he brought the fish pole smartly against Twinkleheels'
head.
"I won't stand this," Twinkleheels decided. "I don't see what Johnnie is
thinking of, to beat me over the head. I've certainly done nothing to
deserve such treatment." Thereupon he dashed madly across the farmyard
and made for the orchard.
"Whoa!" cried Johnnie Green.
"Whoa!" cried his father. "Stop him! Hang to him! Don't let him run!"
"He'll have to drop that great whip if he expects me to mind,"
Twinkleheels said with a snort.
Johnnie's hands were so full of a number of things that he could do
little more than stick to the saddle.
"Drop that junk that you're carrying!" Farmer Green shouted.
"Why doesn't he tell Johnnie to drop that long whip?" Twinkleheels
muttered to himself.
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