7/9 At dusk he led Whitey to a broad common at the edge of town, and spoke to him finally. Don' look roun'at me, 'cause _I_ ain't got no 'quaintance wif you. I'm a man o' money, an' I got my own frien's; I'm a-lookin' fer bigger cities, hoss. Mista' Hoss, good-night!" Whitey found a little frosted grass upon the common and remained there all night. In the morning he sought the shed where Abalene had kept him; but that was across the large and busy town, and Whitey was hopelessly lost. |