s.

"Oh, I know we'll like it here!" said Russ.

"'Course we will," agreed Laddie.

Zip followed the boys about the barn as they poked into all the nooks and
corners. Tom, as every one called the hired man, was busy about his work
and paid little attention to Laddie and Russ.

It was about half an hour after the boys had gone out to the barn, and
Mrs. Bunker was wondering if they were all right, when Laddie came running
to Grandma Bell's house, very much excited and out of breath, crying:

"Oh, come quick! Come quick!"

"Mercy me! what's the matter now?" asked Mrs. Bunker.

"Russ can't stop! Russ is going and he can't stop!" panted Laddie.

CHAPTER XIII

THE RED-HAIRED MAN

For a moment or so no one seemed to know what answer to make to Laddie. He
stood there, all out of breath, looking at his father and mother and
Grandma Bell, who were sitting on the side porch.

"What--what did you say?" asked Mr. Bunker.

"It's Russ," Laddie answered. "He's going and he can't stop! I tried to
make him, and he tried himself, but he can't stop, and he's running like
anything!"

"What in the world does he mean?" asked Mother Bunker.

"Tell me about it!" said Grandma Bell.

"It's out in the barn," explained Laddie. "Russ got on something, and he
can't stop running!"

"Maybe he's in a trap!" exclaimed Laddie's mother.

"If he was in a trap he couldn't run," said her husband. "I'll go out and
see what it is."

The other little Bunkers were still playing with Muffin, the big gray cat,
as Mr. and Mrs. Bunker and Grandma Bell hurried out to the barn.

As they drew near it they heard a voice shouting:

"Oh, make it stop! Make it stop going! I'm so tired! My legs are so
tired!"

At the same time a low rumbling could be heard, like that of very distant
thunder.

"Oh, what is it?" gasped Mother Bunker. "Oh, Russ, what have you done
now?"

But a moment later they were all relieved to see Tom, the hired man, come
to the door of the barn, leading Russ by the hand. The boy looked
frightened, but not hurt.

"What was it?" asked his father.

"I got to going and I couldn't stop," explained Russ, who was breathing
almost as hard as Laddie had done after his run.

"What did you get to going on, and why couldn't you stop?" his mother
wanted to know.

"Oh, it was a--a sort of wooden hill," explained Russ. "I was running on
it and----"

"What does he mean--a _wooden hill_ in the barn?" asked Mrs. Bunker.

"It