It was not Wildfire; and in a few moments more he discerned that the rider was not Dunstan, but Bryce, who pulled up to speak, with a face that implied something disagreeable.
"Well, Mr.Godfrey, that's a lucky brother of yours, that Master Dunsey, isn't he ?" "What do you mean ?" said Godfrey, hastily.
"Why, hasn't he been home yet ?" said Bryce.
"Home?
no.

What has happened?
Be quick.

What has he done with my horse ?" "Ah, I thought it was yours, though he pretended you had parted with it to him." "Has he thrown him down and broken his knees ?" said Godfrey, flushed with exasperation.
"Worse than that," said Bryce.

"You see, I'd made a bargain with him to buy the horse for a hundred and twenty--a swinging price, but I always liked the horse.

And what does he do but go and stake him--fly at a hedge with stakes in it, atop of a bank with a ditch before it.
The horse had been dead a pretty good while when he was found.