As Matt spoke he crossed the blacksmith shop to where a doorway led to the little yard beyond.
"Hold up there!" cried the blacksmith roughly. "You are not going out there!"
"Yes, I am, and you can't stop me," returned Matt spiritedly. "I own that horse, or at least I own a half-interest in him, and if you dare to molest me you'll get into trouble."
"Will I?" sneered the blacksmith.
"Yes, you will. If you stop me, I'll call in the police."
At these words the blacksmith's face fell. Evidently he had not anticipated that a mere boy would take such a decided stand.
"Yes, but that colored man—" he began, more mildly.
"If there was a colored man in the case, you can explain matters to suit yourself. As for me, I believe you caught the horse yourself and wanted to do what you could to keep him."
"How dare you!" cried the blacksmith, with a threatening gesture. "Do you take me for a thief?"
"Never mind what I take you for. That is my horse, and I am going to take him away."
And undaunted by the blacksmith's manner, Matt marched out into the yard, and untied Billy,
