CHAPTER XX.
GOD REMEMBERS SHOCKY.
At four o'clock the next morning, in the midst of a driving snow, Ralph went timidly up the lane toward the homely castle of the Meanses.

He went timidly, for he was afraid of Bull.

But he found Bud waiting for him, with the roan colt bridled and saddled.

The roan colt was really a large three-year-old, full of the finest sort of animal life, and having, as Bud declared, "a mighty sight of hoss sense fer his age." He seemed to understand at once that there was something extraordinary on hand when he was brought out of his comfortable quarters at four in the morning in the midst of a snow-storm.

Bud was sure that the roan colt felt his responsibility.
In the days that followed, Ralph often had occasion to remember this interview with Bud, who had risked much in bringing his fractured arm out into the cold, damp air.