A fine young horse of Mr.Laurie's was kept at Plumfield that summer, running loose in a large pasture across the brook.

The boys were all interested in the handsome, spirited creature, and for a time were fond of watching him gallop and frisk with his plumey tail flying, and his handsome head in the air.

But they soon got tired of it, and left Prince Charlie to himself.

All but Dan, he never tired of looking at the horse, and seldom failed to visit him each day with a lump of sugar, a bit of bread, or an apple to make him welcome.

Charlie was grateful, accepted his friendship, and the two loved one another as if they felt some tie between them, inexplicable but strong.