His laugh changed to a scowl and he growled in a tone of almost savage anger, “Your name?” I was almost surprised an oath did not follow.
I made the sign and answered, “In the eye of God.”
His face changed suddenly and affecting an air of good fellowship he thrust out his hand. I refused it and just looked him in the face.
His taciturn expression returned and he opened the door of the barn.
“I saw you put them both in and wondered,” he said. “Shall I fetch the saddle or will you?”
“Better you; I don’t wish to be seen.”
“Both?”
“No, mine only. Hide the other and the horse.”
He went off at once leaving me marvelling more than ever. He was soon back and himself slipped on the saddle and bridle. Nothing more was said until I was ready to mount.
“You bought him in Bratinsk and this in Pulta. What shall I do with it?”