Don't say nothin' and watch Miller," whispered Wetzel.
Much perturbed by the developments of the last few moments, and wondering what was going to happen, Alfred turned away.

He had scarcely reached the others when he heard Betty's voice raised in indignant protest.
"I tell you I did swim my pony across the river," cried Betty.

"It was just even with that point and the river was higher than it is now." "You probably overestimated your feat," said Miller, with his disagreeable, doubtful smile.

"I have seen the river so low that it could be waded, and then it would be a very easy matter to cross.
But now your pony could not swim half the distance." "I'll show you," answered Betty, her black eyes flashing.

She put her foot in the stirrup and leaped on Madcap.
"Now, Betty, don't try that foolish ride again," implored Mrs.Zane.
"What do you care whether strangers believe or not?
Eb, make her come back." Col.