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was his master, and to all alien offers Andy had 

 only one reply, " To h — 1 wid them." I doubt if 

 Andy's vocabulary had more than two hundred 

 words. Except to Mr French or Moriarty he was 

 very speechless. " Yes " and " No " f or ordinary 

 purposes, and when he was vexed, " To h — 1 wid 

 you," served him for almost all everyday needs. 



Last night he had single-handed taken Nip and 

 Tuck to the station and entrained them, re- 

 turning on foot, and this morning he was mending 

 an old saddle in the sunshine of the stableyard 

 when Mr French appeared at the gate. Mr French 

 had come out of the house without his hat. He had 

 a cigar in his mouth and his hands in his pockets. 

 He gave some directions to Andy to be handed on 

 to Moriarty when that personage arrived, and then 

 with his own hands opened the upper door of a 

 loose-box. 



A lovely head was thrust out. It was Garry- 

 owen's. The eyes so full of kindliness and fire, 

 the mobile nostrils telHng of delicate sensibilities 

 and fine feeling, the nobiHty and intelligence that 

 spoke in every line of that delicately-cut head; 

 these had to be seen to be understood. 



Garry o wen was more than a horse to Mr French. 

 He was a friend, and more even than that. Garry- 

 owen was to pull the family fortunes out of the 

 mire, to raise the family name, to crown his master 

 with laurels. 



Garryowen was French's last card, on which 

 he was about to speculate his last penny. In 



