found him in the road yesterday, and as he seemed to be lost we brought him along."
In answer to Halsey's repeated whistles the glad whinnyings soon brought them to the place where a tall proud chestnut was hitched with a strong halter to a small tree.
"That's Palo'mine," cried Halsey rushing forward.
"It's not the horse you describe," said the man. "You say your horse has a white crescent on his forehead. This horse is all chestnut."
"That's what I said," replied the young man. "You come around and look on this horse's forehead."
Halsey could hardly believe his eyes when he looked for the white crescent. It was gone.
The Gypsy laughed at his evident discomfort. "I told you this is not your horse," he said. "This horse is a chestnut." The chestnut gelding's delight with the coming of the young man was only too apparent. It was like the reunion of two long parted friends. The horse rubbed his nose against
