So he let the reins hang a little loose, and kept his eye on Pacer.

The horse went along the road, and seeing father didn't direct him, turned into the lane leading to the house.

There was an old red gate at the end of it, and he stopped in front of it, and waited for father to get out.
Then he passed through, and instead of going up to the house, turned around, and stood with his head toward the road.
"Father never said a word, but he was doing a lot of thinking.

He went into the house, and found the old man sitting over the fire, rubbing his hands, and half-crying about 'the few poor dollars,' that he said he had had stolen from him.

Father had never seen him before, but he knew he had the name of being half silly, and question him as much as he liked, he could make nothing of him.