"Dat ar Sir Moleon hoss, suh," replied Susy's Sam.
"That's what Lucy said," remarked Mr. Abercrombie.
"Marster, ef dat ar hoss had er been in dar, me an' Turin wouldn't er stayed in dar long, an' dese yer mules wouldn't er been stan'in' in de fence corner up yander."
But Mr. Abercrombie shook his head. He remembered that he had given Little Crotchet permission to have the horse removed to his new quarters.
"Some of you boys see if he is in his stable," he said.
They all went running, and before Mr. Abercrombie could get there, though he walked fast, he met them all coming back. "He ain't dar, Marster!" they exclaimed in chorus.
"See if he is in his new stable," said Mr. Abercrombie.
Again they all went running, Mr. Abercrombie following more leisurely, but somewhat disturbed, nevertheless. And again they came running to meet him, crying out, "Yasser! yasser! He in dar, Marster; he sho is. He in dar an' eatin' away same like he been dar dis long time."
"See if the key is in the lock," said Mr. Abercrombie to Randall.
Randall ran back to the stable and presently called out:—