it. He fell to smoking in thoughtful silence, in
his eyes a look of unutterable sadness.

The Professor bestirred himself. "Tell me,"
he asked, lifting his gaze to the heavens reflectively
--?? "tell me, does any of you believe that horses
--?? any animiles -- has souls?"

The lean man glanced at him. His eyes now
had the look of one anxious to express his views,
but cautiously refused to be bailed. Finally he
made answer.

"If you're askin' my opinion," he said, "I'll tell
you that I know they have." He was silent. "I
know that animals has the same thing we've
got," he continued -- "that thing we call the soul
--?? but they've got it in smaller proportions, so to
speak. It's easy as falling off a bucking bronc.
Take old Tom out there. Take that Lady horse
that got killed two years ago by rustlers -- take
any horse, any dumb animal -- and I'll show you
in fifteen different ways that they've got souls."

"How?"

The lean man glared. "Now 'how'!" he snapped.
"You give me a mortal pang. Why don't
you never use your eyes once like other and more
decent folks? Get the habit. You'll see there
ain't any difference between animals and humans,
only speech, and they've got that!"

The large man smiled. "Let's have it, Bob,"
he invited. "Where'll we look for it first?"

The lean man showed an impatience born of
contempt. "Well," he began, tossing away his
cigarette, "in desires, first, then in their power

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