Why, OUR ole horse--" "Do you expect he's hungry now ?" asked Sam, staring at Whitey.
"Let's try him," said Penrod.

"Horses like hay and oats the best; but they'll eat most anything." "I guess they will.

He's tryin' to eat that manger up right now, and I bet it ain't good for him." "Come on," said Penrod, closing the door that gave entrance to the stalls.

"We got to get this horse some drinkin'-water and some good food." They tried Whitey's appetite first with an autumnal branch that they wrenched from a hardy maple in the yard.

They had seen horses nibble leaves, and they expected Whitey to nibble the leaves of this branch; but his ravenous condition did not allow him time for cool discriminations.