Our luggage was all at his office, and he promptly made arrangements for its further transportation.

At breakfast, we received the cheerful news that Mr.Lang's horse had the lockjaw and showed signs of dying.

On inspection, this proved to be quite true; the poor animal was in great pain, and could eat nothing, though making every effort to do so.

Our first thought was a shot in the head to put it out of misery, but the old farrier wished to try a _remedio_.

He did his best, and it looked as if the animal might recover; it was plain, however, that he could not be used again that afternoon.