"He takes his gruel all right," admitted the other surlily, unharnessing.
"Yes, we've learned him his lesson since he's been at Putnam's," reflected Albert.
"'Ow long's he been training here then?" asked Cherry grudgingly, as he coiled the traces.
"Five year I've had him now," answered Albert. "He come to me the spring afore Four-Pound-the-Second was foaled."
Cherry led the old horse into the stable and put him into an empty stall.
"—— shame I call it," he said. "A nice feller like that."
Albert watched him with folded arms.
"I would, too," he said, "only it's Sunday, and Mar might hear."
Cherry smirked.
"Why ain't you at Bible Class then?" he asked grimly.