There was nothing remarkable in that, certainly, for horses were not unfrequently turned out there; but what was remarkable, was that this one had a bridle on.

George involuntarily tightened his reins; and the next moment the animal, which seemed to have been disturbed by their coming, trotted slowly across the road in front of them.

It was bridled and saddled, and the saddle was a little on one side, as if it had been dragged round.

Harry sprang from the waggon.

He followed the horse, and in a minute or two caught and led it back to where George, who had also dismounted, was now tying his to a tree.
They both recognized the runaway.