I bought him--traded with Slater for him....

Honest to God, I never had any idea he was stolen! ...

Why, when y'u said 'that horse y'u stole,' I felt as if y'u'd knifed me...." Ellen sat at the table and listened while her father paced to and fro and, by his restless action and passionate speech, worked himself into a frenzy.

He talked incessantly, as if her silence was condemnatory and as if eloquence alone could convince her of his honesty.

It seemed that Ellen saw and heard with keener faculties than ever before.