“And so we went back home, going slowly, the man called the Teacher riding the Gray Mare, my sister, and the Son of Ben Ali walking alongside to hold him in place should his strength fail.
“That is all. I saw no more of the Son of Ben Ali until after the big fire.”
“When the house was burned?” asked Buster John.
“The big house—yes,” replied the Black Stallion.
“That was the time you broke down your stable door,” suggested Aaron, who was working away inside the stable.
“And came near catching the son of Old Grizzly, as he went over the fence,” said the Black Stallion.
“Mr. George Gossett?” exclaimed Buster John. “Why, he’s an old man.”
“He’s older than he’s good,” remarked Aaron.
“I heard a great noise,” said the Black Stallion—“the cows asking the mules what the trouble was, the mules asking the horses, and the geese screaming and flying about—and so I broke down my stable door. Just then I saw some one running through the field away from the house, and I tried to catch him. He was too near the fence, but I saw it was the son of Old Grizzly.”
“Why was he running through the field?” inquired Buster John.