What a strained, passionate, terrible gaze he bent upon the horses.
"Boy, they're mine--the black an' the red!" he cried.
"They surely must be," replied Lucy.

"Oh! tell me.

Are you hurt ?" "Boy! did you catch them--fetch them back--lookin' for me ?" "I sure did." "You caught-that red devil--an' fetched him--back to me ?" went on the wondering, faint voice.

"Boy--oh--boy!" He lifted a long, ragged arm and pulled Lucy down.

The action amazed her equally as his passion of gratitude.