with my kneeâwith Jamesâs help.
âYou know Tiffâs not very good on the road,â Bean told us doubtfully.
No surprises there.
âWeâve only got about half a mile before we get to the yard,â James assured her. âTuck her on the inside of Moth behind Drummer and Henry. Sheâll be between Moth and the bushes, and the others will give her confidence.â
But as soon as we turned onto the pavement, Henry dropped back so that he was behind Drummer, almost pulling my arm out of its socket. Riding escort to Tiffany, it wasnât so easy for James to keep Henry going, and we couldnât ride more than two abreast. A car passed us and Tiffany did a bit of a danceâbut she had nowhere to go except backward, and Bean held her tight so that wasnât an option. Henry, right behind Drummer now, went along sideways, his backside out into the road. Very helpfulânot.
Then I heard a motorcycle approaching from in front of us.
âOh, rats!â exclaimed Bean. âTiffany dreads motorcycles! What are the chances?â
âIs that one of those two-wheeled dragon things that make a terrible noise?â I heard Tiffany say, her voice rising.
âNothing to worry about, Tiff, get a grip,â I heard Drummer try to reassure her. Good old Drummer, nothing causes him to lose his cool. I would have patted his neck in gratitudeâif Iâd had a hand free, which I didnât.
âDo you think you could work with us a little here, Henry?â Drummer asked as I leaned farther backward to keep hold of the stirrup leather.
âWhy should I?â I heard Mrs. Bradleyâs Dales reply sulkily. âYou guys are pathetic the way you always do as youâre told.â
The motorcycle came into view and, mercifully, the rider slowed right down when he saw the ponies. I could see his passenger rider behind him, tapping him on the shoulder and waving his arms around as though he was urging him on.
âDonât be stupid!â I muttered under my breath, aware that Tiffany was starting to jog and bounce around behind us, causing Moth to step farther into the road. Then there was silence as the motorcycle rider shut off his engine completely.
âThank goodness!â I heard Bean sigh, and she talked encouragingly to Tiffany, who was muttering to herself and shaking poor Moth around like a pinball machine. But I couldnât worry about Bean. I had my own problemsâHenry, taking advantage of the situation, pulled back farther and farther, dragging me back with him. To keep hold of the stirrup leather I had to lean right back over Drummerâs quarters.
âWhat are you doing up there?â Drummer asked me. âThis is hardly the time to lie down.â
âTell me something I donât know!â I muttered under my breath. âJames!â I yelled. âYouâre slacking back there!â
âSorry, got my hands full here!â James shouted back, unable to help me.
âYou guys are spineless,â I heard Henry continue, between orchestrating the whole situation. âYouâre basically puppets.â
The motorcycle passenger rider was getting off the bike. My arm felt like it was being pulled out of its socket as Henry made a medieval torture rack seem like a fairground ride.
âWe are not puppets, actually !â I heard Tiffany say indignantly. âIf you paid attention, you would know that weâre even now planning a rebââ
âShut up , Tiffany!â I heard Drummer shout. â Someone can hear you!â
Henry stopped altogether. I considered letting go but decided I really couldnât let Mrs. Bradleyâs pride and joy loose on the road (however tempting that was), so I gave a desperate tug instead. Sensing victory, ever-helpful Henry jerked back and I went with him. For once, my brain actually kicked in and, blessing the newfound confidence I had discovered doing backward roll