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Instead of hissing helpers pursuing their vocations in stable or saddle-room, they began bustling about with saddles on their heads and bridles in their hands, the day of expected ease being changed into one of unusual trouble. Mr.
There was no doubt now, for three figures, plainly seen by the light which shone out of the saddle-room window, came breathlessly up, and the first to speak cried in familiar tones: "My horse! Is it ready? Quick!"
I hurried off as rapidly as befitted the vigour of the resolution, and when I got into the saddle-room I saw the mouse. And when the mouse saw me he fled like the wind. I confess that I should have lost him then, but that a hole on which he had reckoned was stopped up, and he had to turn. What a chase it was! Never did I meet his equal for audacity and fleetness.
In five minutes Captain Clinton hurried into the saddle-room, where Rupert was standing. He was pale and agitated. "What is the matter, Rupert, has anything happened to Edgar? I know that it must be something very serious or you would never come like this." "It is serious, father, very serious;" and he told him what had happened, and handed him the letter that Edgar had left.
But I need hardly say that I would not leave him. It was no want of love for him that led me to the saddle-room. I was not base enough to forget that he had been my friend in need, even if he had been less amiable to me since. All that evening I lay on his breast and slept. But I dreamt of the mouse! The next morning he went out riding.
I suppose the stable's got all the money they want on her, and so they don't bother to tell no more lies." Albert opened the saddle-room door. Cherry passed in. The lad followed, and locked the door behind him. "Now don't mind me," he said. "I'm busy." The Bible Class
She would sit on a table in the saddle-room, swinging her legs, and shaking her fair locks as she listened bright-eyed while Monkey, busy on leather with soap and sponge, told again the familiar story of Cannibal's National. It was on her ninth birthday that, at the conclusion of the oft-told tale, she put a solemn question: "Monkey Brand!" "Yes, Minie."
I tried all sorts of tricks to keep my eyes open, but the quiet of the place, the coolness, and the subdued light of the saddle-room, where Forrest thought it best for us to remain, were too much for my powers of resistance and I dropped off to sleep.
Four Pound had a cracked heel last autumn, and I used to bandage him at nights. He didn't like the bandages, and every night after I'd rugged him up and left him, Billy'd take and unwind the lot. Didn't you, Billy?" He shut the door. "Who's goin' to ride him?" asked Cherry. "Me or Monkey," said Albert. "'Taint settled yet. Will be this morning." He led along toward the saddle-room.
However, at about three o'clock in the afternoon, when he had awakened from his midday sleep, he made a sudden incursion into the room that was normally the drawing-room, but was now dining-room, store-house, saddle-room, and half a dozen other temporary premises as well. From the condition of my guest's costume he seemed to think it might also serve as his dressing-room.
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