He was portly and middle-aged, the senior partner of the firm, who seldom touched his own horses of late years, and had a son at Harvard.

"What's to pay?
What do you mean?
Anybody sick ?" he asked.
"Help me into the buggy with my horse!" shouted Jim Tenny.

"I tell you the child is found, and I've got to take it home to its folks." "Don't they know yet?
Is that it ?" "Yes, I tell you." Jim was backing out his horse as he spoke.
Mr.Clarkson seized a harness and threw the collar over the horse's head, while Jim ran out the buggy.

When Mr.Clarkson lifted Eva and Ellen into the buggy he gave the child's head a pat.

"God bless it!" he said, and his voice broke.
The horse was restive.