“What started him?” asked Samuel.
“Nothing,” said the other—“a piece of paper, likely. He's a fool—always was.” And he shook his fist in the horse's face, exclaiming, “By God, I'll tame you before I finish with you!”
“Look out!” said Samuel. “You'll start him again!” And again he clutched the horse, which started to plunge.
“I've got him now,” said the other. “He'll quiet down.”
“Hold fast,” Samuel continued; and then he put his hand to his forehead, and swayed slightly. “I—I'll have to sit down a moment, I'm afraid. I feel sort of dizzy.”
“Are you hurt?” cried the stranger anxiously.
“No,” he said—“no, but I haven't had anything to eat to-day, and I'm a little weak.”
“Nothing to eat!” cried the other. “What's the matter?”
“Why, I've been out of a job.”
“Out of a job? Good heavens, man, have you been starving?”