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seems suddenly to have become india-rubber in his hands, 

 and fits the cob's head and neck to a nicety. 



Then he looks at the harness. Murgle has buckled up the 

 crupper so tightly that it's a wonder the horse hasn't kicked 

 the stable to pieces. I had noticed something wrong about 

 his tail. 



Murgle tries to induce the horse to accept the bit at his 

 hands. 



The horse won't; resolutely. In fact, he won't have it ; 

 not a bit. The Ostler says simply, '"Ere, give it me!" He 

 has the most evident contempt for Murgle. 



Happy Thought. — To get little Ostler to give ^Murgle les- 

 sons in harnessing. 



"He knows me," says the Ostler, alluding to the horse. 



"O' course he does, Dick," answers Murgle, eyeing me 

 doubtfully, to see if I accept this as an excuse for his not 

 being able to do anything with the animal. I don't. 



The Ostler, having harnessed him and put him in the trap, 

 says as " j\Ir, Jarvis wished him to come with me." 



I feel it is but just, that Jarvis should be represented at 

 the trial. I accept ; and we — Myself and the Ostler — are to 

 start. 



