“Dr. Myers took me to examine the surviving animal, and I looked him over closely and wrote down a description besides.”
“Read it to us, Jack,” suggested Desiré; “and then we can all be on the watch.”
So Jack read his notes, and when they went to bed they were all hopeful of finding the required animal on their trip back to Halifax.
A couple of days later they were driving along the edge of St. Margaret’s Bay, when Desiré clutched Jack’s arm.
“Look!” she cried.
“Where, and at what?”
“Away over there, in the far corner of that field. Aren’t those oxen? And so many of them.”
Jack stopped the horses and stood up, shading his eyes with his hand.
“Yes, I think they are.”
“Hadn’t you better go and look at them—that is, if they are for sale?”