CHAPTER X 



Mr. Glasgow's brown hunter, Solomon, 

 had not lived his thirteen years in vain. 

 When he was led out into the yard one idle 

 forenoon, and was there walked and trotted 

 up and down in front of his owner and two 

 strange men in tight trousers, and when, 

 later, one of the strange men, who had the 

 knowledgeable light fingers of a vet., passed 

 his hand down his legs, and looked into his 

 eyes, and pinched his throat, Solomon knew 

 that it looked like his fifth change of 

 owners. Afterwards he was taken out and 

 cantered in a field, and though he felt chilly 

 and dull, he jumped a trial bank with self- 

 respect, and with the consciousness that he 



was giving a lead to the chestnut, who did 

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