I feed heem couple weeks more mebbe -- feed
heem beer and soom cheese!" He laughed raucously
at the alleged witticism. "Thot's thee
preencipal t'ing," he declared, soberly. "You
must feed a horse." He said this not as one
recommending that a horse be well fed, but as
one advising that a horse be given something to
eat occasionally. "_Si!_ Thot's thee preencipal
t'ing! Then he's makin' a fast goer -- bet you'
life! I haf give heem--" He suddenly interrupted
himself and laid firm hold upon the man's
arm. "You coom wit' me!" he invited, and began
to drag the other toward the swing-doors. "You
coom look at thot _potrillo_!"

They went outside. On the curb, Felipe gazed
about him, first with a look of pride, then with an
expression of blank dismay. He stepped down
off the curb, roused the drowsing mare with a
vigorous clap, again looked about him worriedly.
After a long moment he left the team, walking
out into the middle of the street, and strained his
eyes in both directions. Then he returned and,
heedless of his new overalls, got down upon his
knees, sweeping bleared eyes under the wagon.
And finally, with a last despairing gaze in every
direction, he sat down upon the curb and buried
his face in his arms.

For the colt was gone!

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