Grody obeyed.
"Just a bit lame," commented the doctor. "It may be a slight strain. It doesn't seem to be much."
"But it grows worse when he is taken out on the road," said Frank. "It was very bad yesterday afternoon."
The doctor glanced at the boy.
"Your horse?" he asked.
"Yes, sir."
"When did you first notice he was lame?"
"Yesterday afternoon."
"Had him out this morning?"
"Grody took him to the shoer, that's all."