"Would n't have anything happen to that colt for a fortune!" he said to himself.

Then went away, forgetting to throw the rails down.

Dave threw them down a couple of days after.
WE preferred Nell to Ned, but Dad always voted for the colt.

"You can trust him; he'll stand anywhere," he used to say.

Ned WOULD! Once, when the grass-paddock was burning, he stood until he took fire.