d, "and far enough away they are
by this time, no doubt. It's likely the police were after them."

They went back to the road, and the Twins got up again on Colleen's
back, and soon they had reached the near end of the bog.

Mr McQueen stopped. "I'll be cutting the turf here," he said, "and the
two of you can go on to Grannie Malone's with the donkey, and bring back
the jug with yourselves. Get along with you," and he gave the donkey a
slap.

The Twins and the donkey started along the road. Everything went well
until Colleen spied a tuft of green thistles, on a high bank beside the
road. Colleen loved thistles, and she made straight for them. The
first thing the Twins knew they were sliding swiftly down the donkey's
back, while Colleen stood with her fore feet high on the bank and her
hind feet in the road.

Larry, being behind, landed first, with Eileen on top of him. She
wasn't hurt a bit, but she was a little scared. "Sure, Larry, but
you're the soft one to fall on," she said as she rolled over and picked
herself up.

"I may be soft to fall on," said Larry, "but I'm the easier squashed for
that! Look at me now! It's out of shape I am entirely, with the print
of yourself on me!"

Then--"Whatever will we do with Colleen?" Eileen said. "She's got her
nose in the thistles and we'll never be able to drag her away from
them."

They pulled on the halter, but Colleen refused to budge. Larry got up
on the bank and pushed her. He even pulled her backward by the tail!
Colleen didn't seem to mind it at all. She kept right on eating the
thistles.

At last Larry said, "You go on with yourself to Grannie Malone's for the
jug, Eileen, and I'll stay here until she finishes the thistles."

So he sat down by the road on a stone and Eileen trotted off to
Grannie's.

CHAPTER SEVEN.

THE BOG.

When Eileen got back with the jug, she found Larry still sitting beside
the road. He was talking with a freckled-faced boy, and Colleen's head
was still in the thistles.

"The top of the morning to you, Dennis Maguire," Eileen called to the
freckled boy when she saw him. "And does it take the two of you to
watch one donkey at his breakfast? Come along and let's play in the
bog!"

"But however shall we leave Colleen? She might run away on us," said
Larry.

"She's tethered by hunger fast enough," said Eileen. "Ropes would not
drag her away. But you could throw her halter over a stone, to be
sure."

Lar