Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1904-03-03
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> SAhchos SanchoI cried Clinton
Rush as be glanced in dismay across
the wide paddock. lies gone
again. Why did forget to hobble
himf"
+, That's just what want 10 know.
you young donksyf" and Far.
mer Burr. with rod and line In his
hand emerged from behind a thick
clump of bushes, In the neiehborine
turnip field.
See, he continued, wrashfully.
pointing 10 the ground: There.
and there. and there, are the prints
Of bis peaky hoofs.
= an very sorry" begaa
Clinton.
That's right" interrupted the
farmer. grimly. ''Goon being sorry.
Ill give you plenty Of time"
Where In my horse, Mr.. Burr?"
demanded the boy.
Safe enough where l put him."
answered the farmer, land he will
be safer when l get back from fish-
ing This is the fourth time he's
jumped the fence. aud IL Is his last
He shall never do Il again, Mr..
Burr" said Clinton, earnestly:
Only let me have Sancho just this
time"
Mr.. Burr uttered q derisive sniff.
and without another word stumped
across the field, and climbing over
the bars, disappeared among q tan
gle OF wild rose vine that grew In
the narrow lane leading to the riv.
er.
Clinton looked after the retreating
form, and shook his fist, then be
dropped down In the short grass and
rubbed his eyes with his sleeve.
III never see Sancho again, he
sobbed; never, never, neverl Faith
er said he would not interfere again,
no matter what happened.
Suddenly he became aware of q
far-of kicking, which sounded sus-
piciously like lively little mustangs
heels.
i wonder where he is muttered
Clinton springing to his feet and
glancing toward the river. There
was no one in sight, so the how
slipped through the fence, and sour
rying along between the rows of
turnips, entered the next field and
hurried on toward o small building.
He's there!' exclaimed Clinton,
indignantly, as quick succession
of blows greeted his ear. In the
same'shed with the prize pig; and
Sancho hates pigsl"
After another cautious glance
around. the boy stole up behind the
shed, and peeped through a kno.
hole. He could see nothing OF his
horse; but the hook over which the
halter had been thrown was Just
below the hole.
'Sancho, Sancho, whispered Clin-
ton.
There was no answering whinny,
and now the boy became seriously
alarmed. He ran around to the
front Of the shed. The door was
secured with paddock. but there
were number of openings In the
loosely fitted planks, and he could
see the great pig Mr.. Burr was fat
tening. lying unconcernedly in his
bed OF clean straw.
Glancing along the floor. bis eye
encountered three of Sancho's feet,
and now Clinton understood why
the kicking had become SO feeble.
The horse s fourth foot was entan-
gled in the halter, which had been
hung too low.
He will choke himselfi' exclaim-
ed Clinton in great distress. AT
ter tugging at the paddock once or
twice, he hurried around TO the back
of the shed again, and thursting his
hand through the knot hole jerked
the halter from the hook.
Sancho found his voice at once.
and gave vent 10 such q long and
joyful whinny that his great. peace
ful companion in captivity strug-
gled 70 bis feet and rushed wildly
about. sqealing loudly. This was
more than Sancho could endure, and
; he few ~ the walls OF bis prison,
making the frail structure tremble
with bis hoof strokes.
What are you doing here?' shout
ed q voice close 10 Clinton. and a man !,
who had approached stealthily, made
a grab at his arm.
You have no right TO touch me,
. cried Clinton, eluding the mao 8
. clutch.
At the sound Of the boy S voice the
blows within the shed were re-
doubled, there wasacrasho OF boards,
. and Sancho darted through the
opening.
The man sprang after him, but, at
that precise moment the prize Dig
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