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It ell on in the afternoon when Barnabas, booted and spurred,

stepped out into the sunshine where old Gabriel Martin walked

"The Terror" to and fro before the door

"Very glad to see you out and about again, sir," said he, bearizzled temple

"Thank you, Martin"

"And so is the 'oss, sir--look at 'ireat, black

horse had tossed up his lofty crest and stood, one slender fore-leg

advanced and with sensitive ears pricked forward, snuffing at

Barnabas as he came slowly down the steps

"He doesn't seeether," said Barnabas

"'Arm, sir--lord, no--not a bit, never better! There's a eye for you,

there's a coat! I tell you, sir, 'e's in the very pink, that 'e is"

"He does you great credit, Martin"

"Sir," said Martin as Barnabas prepared toback to town?"

"To the best of roo up my bits o' traps, sir?"

"Yes, Martin, I think you had," answered Barnabas, and swung hiood, sir!" sighed old Martin, his gray head drooping