The cow ate it gratefully, but slowly, for her strength seemed all gone.
Miss Laura then went into the other stall to see if there was any creature there.

There had been a horse.

There was now a lean, gaunt-looking animal lying on the ground, that seemed as if he was dead.
There was a heavy rope knotted around his neck, and fastened to his empty rack.

Miss Laura stepped carefully between his feet, cut the rope and going outside the stall spoke kindly to him.

He moved his ears slightly, raised his head, tried to get up, fell back again, tried again and succeeded in staggering outdoors after Miss Laura, who kept encouraging him, and then he fell down on the grass.
Fleetfoot stared at the miserable-looking creature as if he did not know what it was.