Jonadab, durin' the last prosperous year or two, had bought what he thought was some horse, likewise.

They met on the road one day last spring and trotted alongside one another for a mile.

At the end of that mile Jonadab's craft's jib boom was just astern of Tobias's rudder.

Inside of that week the Cap'n had swapped his horse for one with a two-thirty record, and the next time they met Tobias was left with a beautiful, but dusty, view of Jonadab's back hair.

So HE bought a new horse.