“What a beautiful horse,” remarked Jelly. “I’ll bet he’s got a record.”
“I’ll bet they both have,” said Malcolm.
“Look at his ears,” Evan directed.
“Who’s ears?”
“Why, the horse’s. Are they not eloquent? See how he carries one forward and the other back. He’s listening for automobiles, I suppose. Don’t tell me that horse hasn’t got sense.”
“Sense! I should say he had sense!” said Rob. “Why, that horse has the sense of the whole family!”
“Well, he’s old enough to have sense,” remarked Evan. “How old would you say, Malcolm?”
“Oh, I wouldn’t call him exactly old. I don’t suppose he’s a day over fifty—or sixty!”
“That horse?” said Rob derisively. “Get out! Why, that horse is one of the ancient landmarks of the locality. He was captured wild on the slope of Graytop by the first settler.”
“Was he hitched to that wagon when they caught him?” asked Malcolm.