The Marquis 



"Put the Marquis in the Spring Run pasture," 

 he said more sharply to the old man than he had 

 ever spoken before. "He's done for," he added 

 over his shoulder, as he went up the steps into the 

 house. But the Marquis was not only hurt, but 

 angry, and while it was comparatively easy for 

 Ephram to lead the Marquis to the pasture — the 

 latter being willing, of course — it was quite a 

 different matter to keep him there, as will be readi- 

 ly seen later on. Fullerton did not depend entire- 

 ly upon his trades for fodder for his horses or meat 

 for himself, and so the "Spring Run" pasture, in 

 which the Marquis found himself, was surrounded 

 by a five-foot-six, white-washed board fence, that 

 so far had effectually imprisoned any of the young 

 horses usually turned out there. And, moreover, 

 everyone in the neighborhood, even the most 

 reckless ones, with the exception of one or two, in 

 their cups, had passed the pasture fence by, and 

 one of these — said old Ephram, who saw it — it 

 threw half-way across the field, when his horse 

 got too close under it as he jumped, and turned 

 completely over. The other horse, Ephram told 

 Fullerton "lep" it rather prettily, but his rider 

 being somewhat cooler once over and more pru- 

 dent, swore that he would stay there all night and 

 be d — , before he would ride out of Spring Run 

 pasture that night or any other. And it is true 



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