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30 A Thief

           However,oneafternoonherodeoutintothecountrytoseeafriendofhis,agentlemanfarmer,wholivedontheroadtoWells.

           Thisgentlemanhadaveryquickeyeforhorses;andafterhehadwelcomedhisfriendhesaid,castinghiseyeoverme:

           “Itseemstome,Barry,thatyourhorsedoesnotlooksowellashedidwhenyoufirsthadhim;hashebeenwell?”

           “Yes,Ibelieveso,”saidmymaster;“butheisnotnearlysolivelyashewas;mygroomtellsmethathorsesarealwaysdullandweakintheautumn,andthatImustexpectit.”

           “Autumn,fiddlesticks!”saidthefarmer.“Why,thisisonlyAugust;andwithyourlightworkandgoodfoodheoughtnottogodownlikethis,evenifitwasautumn.Howdoyoufeedhim?”

           Mymastertoldhim.Theothershookhisheadslowly,andbegantofeelmeover.

           “Ican’tsaywhoeatsyourcorn,mydearfellow,butIammuchmistakenifyourhorsegetsit.Haveyouriddenveryfast?”

           “No,verygently.”

           “Thenjustputyourhandhere,”saidhe,passinghishandovermyneckandshoulder;“heisaswarmanddampasahorsejustcomeupfromgrass.Iadviseyoutolookintoyourstablealittlemore.Ihatetobesuspicious,and,thankheaven,Ihavenocausetobe,forIcantrustmymen,presentorabsent;buttherearemeanscoundrels,wickedenoughtorobadumbbeastofhisfood.Youmustlookintoit.”Andturningtohisman,whohadcometotakeme,“Givethishorsearightgoodfeedofbruisedoats,anddon’tstinthim.”

           “Dumbbeasts!”Yes,weare;butifIcouldhavespokenIcouldhavetoldmymasterwherehisoatswentto

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