One of them was William, his cob.
"Do you see it ?" inquired his grandson.
"What ?" "The boil," George answered proudly, "on William's rump.

There it is--on the nigh side.

Gee, but you ought to have seen it last week.

It was a whale of a boil," said George, "but we poulticed him, me and Dave did--and now the swelling's nearly gone.

You can ride him to-morrow if you like." Luxuriously Roger lit a cigar and climbed to the front seat with George.