“Oh, yes. She has a record.” Dismounting, he faced her about and, with a tap on the flank, told her to go home. She returned, however, and showed a desire to rub noses with him. “Well, have your way, old lady,” and leaving her to a feast of clover he threw himself on the ground at Mr. Cabot’s feet.
“You are a kind man to your animals, Amos, although you may be somewhat offensive as a prophet.”
“So you went, after all?”
“Went where?”
“To see Silas Farnum.”
“Did I say that?”
Amos looked up with a smile that could have a dozen meanings. His wily companion, from a sense of professional caution, wished to feel his way before committing himself.
“You think I went, after all?”
“Yes, sir, I know you did, from my own experience.”
“Which is that the events inevitably occur as foreseen?”