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A plowman working near the woods heard the racket and looked up in time to see the mule going back toward the village, “traveling like hell after a yearling, and with Mal and the wagon floatin' along behind him in the air.”
Another car which Mal recognized was racing to meet the runaway. King George was coming, really batting the ball. Mal clung to the sideboards of the wagon and did not try to turn the mule. At the last second, Emmetson's car flipped from the ruts of the road in a wild dive down some man's cotton rows.
Butler just about had his run out. In a few yards, he dropped to a sedate walk, then obediently stopped at Mal's shortwinded, “Whoa!” Carefully, Mal guided the mule around and drive him back to where Emmetson was backing cautiously into the road again. The time merchant was thoroughly upset, his always florid face now the color of scorched brick.
Leaving space for him to get the car back into the road, Mal stopped his wagon and waited. Then