Then chiding himself as weak, he lifted up his head and said: "Rocket is yours." The words were like a sob; and the generous old man hesitated.

But Hugh was in earnest.

His debts must be paid, and that five hundred dollars would do it.
"I'll bring him around to-morrow.

Will that be time enough ?" he asked, as he rolled up the bills.
"Yes, oh, yes," the colonel replied, while Hugh continued: "And, colonel, you'll--you'll be kind to Rocket.

He's never been struck a blow since he was broken to the saddle.