One night he went to his plantation with a shot-gun.

He approached the house which had formerly been his own home, where the man was living then.

He fully intended to shoot him.

He had not a doubt but he should do it, and he had always considered that he should have carried out his purpose had not an old horse which the man had purchased with the estate, and which was loose on the lawn, from some reason or other, whinnied eagerly, and sidled up to him, and thrust her nose over his shoulder.

He had been used, when a boy, to feed her sugar, and she remembered.