I'm tired of this," growled Harney, and Ellen's riding pony was led out.

The colonel saw the playful animal, and tottered to Ellen's chamber, saying: "They're going to sell Beauty, Nell.

Poor Nellie, don't cry," and the old man laid his hand on his weeping daughter's head.
"Colonel Tiffton, this way please," and Alice spoke in a whisper.

"I want Beauty.

Couldn't you bid for me, bid all you would be willing to give if you were bidding for Ellen ?" The colonel looked at her in a kind of dazed, bewildered way, as if not fully comprehending her, till she repeated her request; then mechanically he went back to his post on the balcony, and just as Harney's last bid was about to receive the final "gone," he raised it twenty dollars, and ere Harney had time to recover his astonishment, Beauty was disposed of, and the colonel's servant Ham led her in triumph back to the stable.
With a fierce scowl of defiance Harney called for Rocket.