He dared not light a lamp, but horses as a rule knew him for a friend.

He went into the stall of the first, petted it for a moment and ran his hand down its legs.

He repeated the process with the second, and with so much investigation he was content.

No farm-horse that ever Wogan had seen had such a smooth sleek skin or such fine legs as had those two over which he had passed his hands.

"Now where are the masters of those horses ?" he asked himself.