"No one seems to be hurt." "Look at Eradicate!" suddenly
exclaimed Ned.
"And his mule! I guess that's what the trouble was, Tom!"
They looked to where the young bank employee pointed, and saw
the old colored man, seated on the seat of his ramshackle wagon,
doing his best to pull down to a walk the big galloping mule,
which was dragging the vehicle around in a circle.
"Whoa, dere!" Eradicate was shouting, as he pulled on the
lines. "Whoa, dere! Dat's jest laik yo', Boomerang, t' run when
dere ain't no call fo' it, nohow! Ef I done wanted yo' t' git a
move on, yo'd lay down 'side de road an' go to sleep. Whoa, now!"
But the noise of the shots had evidently frightened the long-
eared animal, and he was in no mood for stopping, now that he had
once started. It was not until some of the workmen ran out from
the group where they had gathered to watch Tom's test, and got in
front of Boomerang, that they succeeded in bringing him to a
halt.
Eradicate climbed slowly down from the seat, and limped around
until he stood in front of his pet.
"Yo'--yo're a nice one, ain't yo'?" he demanded in sarcastic
tones. "Yo' done enough runnin' in a few minutes fo' a week ob
Sundays, an' now I won't be able t' git a move out ob ye! I'se
ashamed ob yo', dat's what I is! Puffickly ashamed ob yo'.
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