As a sound Democrat it will at least have your sympathy." "Certainly, I am all attention." "About the tenth of June over four years ago I rode with my friend Woodburn into our county-town.

At the bank we left our horses with his groom Caesar, an excellent servant, much trusted; used to ride quarter races for my father when a boy.

When we came out, Woodburn's horse was hitched to a post and mine was gone, and that infernal nigger on him.

He was traced to the border, but my mare had no match in the county." "So he stole the horse; that makes it an easy case." "No, sir.

To be precise, he left the horse at a tavern in this State, with my name and address.