Then Zeb, in a spirit of mischief, uttered a growl like that of the bears, and Jim pricked up his ears and fairly flew. His boney legs moved so fast they could scarcely be seen, and the Wizard clung fast to the seat and yelled “Whoa!” at the top of his voice.

“I⁠—I’m ’fraid he’s⁠—he’s running away!” gasped Dorothy.

“I know he is,” said Zeb; “but no bear can catch him if he keeps up that gait⁠—and the harness or the buggy don’t break.”