It was four weeks before I could be shod again, and in the meantime I had a very sore foot. They gave me aconite to keep down my fever, and used arnica on my foot after paring away the horn and poulticing until suppuration ceased. My one thought was: "Will Master never come home?"
And so the winter and spring passed. "Several months," I thought as much! My experience was pretty much the same right through, but I felt years older when once again I rested my head on my beloved Master's shoulder.
There was a new stable boy when he came back; Paddy, they called him. Dr. Fred and Herman had quarreled some time before.
There was a new span of horses, too; John and Jean.
The old stable man privately told Master of some of my hardships, and with tears in his eyes, the latter whispered: "Forgive me, Dandy."
[CHAPTER XIII.]
One morning while waiting for Master to finish talking with a man, we heard a scream, and the next moment Bobby came rushing out, crying:
"Uncle Dick! Uncle Dick! come! come! Tommy has stalded my little kitten all dead; hurry! hurry!"
With two bounds her uncle cleared the space between himself and the door and disappeared for a moment, to appear again in the kitchen, the window of which was open.