He has told me about the man you had, who said that those two horses knew more than most 'humans.'" "That was old Davids," said Mr.Harry; "when we had him, he was courting a widow who lived over in Hoytville.

About once a fortnight, he'd ask father for one of the horses to go over to see her.

He always stayed pretty late, and on the way home he'd tie the reins to the whip-stock and go to sleep, and never wake up till Cleve or Pacer, whichever one he happened to have, would draw up in the barnyard.

They would pass any rigs they happened to meet, and turn out a little for a man.

If Davids wasn't asleep, he could always tell by the difference in their gait which they were passing.