“It may be so, sir. They do be smashing up cars and people something wicked. ’Tis hard to say what a man should do to keep his bones whole.”
“That’s just it,” I said. “Where can we draw the line? Why, a man isn’t safe, even in jail. There might be an earthquake. But we were talking about the mare. I am going to let you make a decision. I’ll stand by it. If you were in my place would you keep on riding the mare, or would you ride a deadhead and try to make yourself believe you enjoyed it?”
“Deadhead, is it? There are no deadheads in this stable.” Maurice’s tone was brusque, but he smiled instantly. “And the others—well, I would be thinking the mare is the best of the lot. I will have her ready for you at the same time to-morrow, sir.”
Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in the April 7, 1927 issue of The Popular Magazine.