Come here, Joe." I was not at all afraid, for I knew Mr.Harry would not let him hurt me, so I stood in front of him, and for the first time had a good look at him.

They called him the colt, but he was really a full-grown horse, and had already been put to work.

He was of a dark chestnut color, and had a well-shaped body and a long, handsome head, and I never saw, in the head of a man or beast, a more beautiful pair of eyes than that colt had large, full, brown eyes they were that he turned on me almost as a person would.

He looked me all over as if to say: "Are you a good dog, and will you treat me kindly, or are you a bad one like Bruno, and will you chase me and snap at my heels and worry me, so that I shall want to kick you ?" I looked at him very earnestly and wagged my body, and lifted myself on my hind legs toward him.

He seemed pleased and put down his nose to sniff at me, and then we were friends.