In vain Morse expostulated and questioned.
"Your name's Martin Morse, ain't it ?" said the drover, with business brusqueness; "and I reckon there ain't no other man o' that name around here ?" "No," said Morse.
"Well, then, they're YOURS." "But who sent them ?" insisted Morse.

"What was his name, and where does he live ?" "I didn't know ez I was called upon to give the pedigree o' buyers," said the drover dryly; "but the horses is 'Morgan,' you can bet your life." He grinned as he rode away.
That Captain Jack sent them, and that it was a natural prelude to his again visiting him, Morse did not doubt, and for a few days he lived in that dream.

But Captain Jack did not come.

The animals were of great service to him in "rounding up" the stock he now easily took in for pasturage, and saved him the necessity of having a partner or a hired man.

The idea that this superior gentleman in fine clothes might ever appear to him in the former capacity had even flitted through his brain, but he had rejected it with a sigh.