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THE YOUNG AUCTIONEER.
CHAPTER X.
ON THE ROAD AT LAST.
Had the blacksmith spoken with more real concern, Matt would have believed what he said, but there was that in the fellow's manner which tended to make the boy suspicious.
"How long ago was it that the colored man left the horse?" he asked, after a pause.
"Not more than an hour ago."
"An hour?"
"About that, as near as I can remember. I've been rather busy this morning."
"That horse did not get away until about fifteen minutes ago," returned Matt coldly.
"Oh, you must be mistaken," returned the blacksmith smoothly.
"No, I am not mistaken," replied Matt, and his tones began to grow sharper. "He just got away from me, after I rescued him from a burning stable. He is my horse, and I intend to take him away."
