“Yes, sir,” said Buck; “they follow him like dogs.”
“Know me,” said the man sadly.
“Well, you needn’t cry about it,” said Dean.
“Oh, that’s it,” cried Mark; “I see. Poor chap! He came to see them again, to say good-bye.”
The man shook his head.
“No,” he said; “going with them.”
“Oh, are you?” cried Mark. “I am glad you told me. But somebody else will have a word or two about that.”
“Who?” said the man.
“Why, my father.”
“But he bought the ponies,” said the man.