“You can’t possibly get lost,” she told them. “At least not for long. All the bridle paths, you see, come out sooner or later onto one of the main highways. And those routes converge at a point about a mile north of here. The worst that can happen to you is that you may keep riding in circles.” “Neither one of us has any sense of direction,” Trixie laughed. “So just in case, let’s take along a picnic lunch.” “Wonderful,” Honey agreed. They made thick sandwiches of ham and cheese and filled a Thermos with iced cocoa. Then they set off for the riding academy. Trixie, who hadn’t been riding very long, wisely chose a quiet black horse named Prince. “I’m not taking any chances,” she said with a grin. “If we get into trouble, Miss Trask might make us go right back home.” “You’re right,” Honey said as she swung up on the back of a more frisky chestnut gelding named Peanuts. “I’m scared to death Mother may change her mind any minute and call the cafeteria saying she doesn’t want me riding around in the woods without an armed guard.”
