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“
No
,
”
said
Smith
,
“
that
will
be
all
right
till
we
get
home
.
”
He
spoke
in
a
very
loud
,
offhand
way
,
and
I
thought
it
very
unlike
him
not
to
see
about
the
shoe
,
as
he
was
generally
wonderfully
particular
about
loose
nails
in
our
shoes
.
He
did
not
come
at
six
nor
seven
,
nor
eight
,
and
it
was
nearly
nine
o
’
clock
before
he
called
for
me
,
and
then
it
was
with
a
loud
,
rough
voice
.
He
seemed
in
a
very
bad
temper
,
and
abused
the
hostler
,
though
I
could
not
tell
what
for
.
The
landlord
stood
at
the
door
and
said
,
“
Have
a
care
,
Mr
.
Smith
!
”
but
he
answered
angrily
with
an
oath
;
and
almost
before
he
was
out
of
the
town
he
began
to
gallop
,
frequently
giving
me
a
sharp
cut
with
his
whip
,
though
I
was
going
at
full
speed
.
The
moon
had
not
yet
risen
,
and
it
was
very
dark
.
The
roads
were
stony
,
having
been
recently
mended
;
going
over
them
at
this
pace
,
my
shoe
became
looser
,
and
as
we
neared
the
turnpike
gate
it
came
off
.
If
Smith
had
been
in
his
right
senses
he
would
have
been
sensible
of
something
wrong
in
my
pace
,
but
he
was
too
drunk
to
notice
.
Beyond
the
turnpike
was
a
long
piece
of
road
,
upon
which
fresh
stones
had
just
been
laid
—
large
sharp
stones
,
over
which
no
horse
could
be
driven
quickly
without
risk
of
danger
.
Over
this
road
,
with
one
shoe
gone
,
I
was
forced
to
gallop
at
my
utmost
speed
,
my
rider
meanwhile
cutting
into
me
with
his
whip
,
and
with
wild
curses
urging
me
to
go
still
faster
.
Of
course
my
shoeless
foot
suffered
dreadfully
;
the
hoof
was
broken
and
split
down
to
the
very
quick
,
and
the
inside
was
terribly
cut
by
the
sharpness
of
the
stones
This
could
not
go
on
;
no
horse
could
keep
his
footing
under
such
circumstances
;
the
pain
was
too
great
.
I
stumbled
,
and
fell
with
violence
on
both
my
knees
.
Smith
was
flung
off
by
my
fall
,
and
,
owing
to
the
speed
I
was
going
at
,
he
must
have
fallen
with
great
force
.
I
soon
recovered
my
feet
and
limped
to
the
side
of
the
road
,
where
it
was
free
from
stones
.
The
moon
had
just
risen
above
the
hedge
,
and
by
its
light
I
could
see
Smith
lying
a
few
yards
beyond
me
.
He
did
not
rise
;
he
made
one
slight
effort
to
do
so
,
and
then
there
was
a
heavy
groan
.
I
could
have
groaned
,
too
,
for
I
was
suffering
intense
pain
both
from
my
foot
and
knees
;
but
horses
are
used
to
bear
their
pain
in
silence
.
I
uttered
no
sound
,
but
I
stood
there
and
listened
.
One
more
heavy
groan
from
Smith
;
but
though
he
now
lay
in
the
full
moonlight
I
could
see
no
motion
.
I
could
do
nothing
for
him
nor
myself
,
but
,
oh
!
how
I
listened
for
the
sound
of
horse
,
or
wheels
,
or
footsteps
!
The
road
was
not
much
frequented
,
and
at
this
time
of
the
night
we
might
stay
for
hours
before
help
came
to
us
.
I
stood
watching
and
listening
.
It
was
a
calm
,
sweet
April
night
;
there
were
no
sounds
but
a
few
low
notes
of
a
nightingale
,
and
nothing
moved
but
the
white
clouds
near
the
moon
and
a
brown
owl
that
flitted
over
the
hedge
.
It
made
me
think
of
the
summer
nights
long
ago
,
when
I
used
to
lie
beside
my
mother
in
the
green
pleasant
meadow
at
Farmer
Grey
’
s
.
It
must
have
been
nearly
midnight
when
I
heard
at
a
great
distance
the
sound
of
a
horse
’
s
feet
.
Sometimes
the
sound
died
away
,
then
it
grew
clearer
again
and
nearer
.
The
road
to
Earlshall
led
through
woods
that
belonged
to
the
earl
;
the
sound
came
in
that
direction
,
and
I
hoped
it
might
be
some
one
coming
in
search
of
us
.
As
the
sound
came
nearer
and
nearer
I
was
almost
sure
I
could
distinguish
Ginger
’
s
step
;
a
little
nearer
still
,
and
I
could
tell
she
was
in
the
dog
-
cart
.
I
neighed
loudly
,
and
was
overjoyed
to
hear
an
answering
neigh
from
Ginger
,
and
men
’
s
voices
.
They
came
slowly
over
the
stones
,
and
stopped
at
the
dark
figure
that
lay
upon
the
ground
.
One
of
the
men
jumped
out
,
and
stooped
down
over
it
.
“
It
is
Reuben
,
”
he
said
,
“
and
he
does
not
stir
!
”
The
other
man
followed
,
and
bent
over
him
.
“
He
’
s
dead
,
”
he
said
;
“
feel
how
cold
his
hands
are
.
”
They
raised
him
up
,
but
there
was
no
life
,
and
his
hair
was
soaked
with
blood
.
They
laid
him
down
again
,
and
came
and
looked
at
me
.
They
soon
saw
my
cut
knees
.
