"I don't like it," said the gentleman; "be so good as to take it off, and put the rein in at the
cheek. An easy mouth is a great thing on a long journey, is it not, old fellow?" he said,
patting my neck.
Then he took the reins, and they both got up. I can remember now how quietly he turned
me round, and then with a light feel of the rein, and drawing the whip gently across my
back, we were off.
I arched my neck and set off at my best pace. I found I had some one behind me who
knew how a good horse ought to be driven. It seemed like old times again, and made me
feel quite gay.
This gentleman took a great liking to me, and after trying me several times with the
saddle he prevailed upon my master to sell me to a friend of his, who wanted a safe,
pleasant horse for riding. And so it came to pass that in the summer I was sold to Mr.
Barry.
