“Yes,” cried Mark, “but he didn’t buy you.”
“No,” said the man. “Same thing. I belong to them.”
“I say, Dozey,” cried Mark, “you are wide awake enough now: did you ever hear anything like this before.”
“Never,” was the prompt reply.
“Ponies no good without me,” said the man.
“Why?” cried the boys, in a breath.
“Won’t stop with you. Run back to the town to look for me,” he said, speaking with some animation now.
“Nonsense!” cried Mark. “We will picket them.”
The man laughed, and then as Mark tried to frown him down with a very severe look, he put his hand in his pocket,
