16 THE 8TBIKE AT SHANE'S, 



fence, went clown together, and were tangled up in the 

 harness. Shane and Tom hastened to the place and 

 extricated them. Dick was all right, hut the coJf's 

 leg icas broken. 



" Go to the house and get the rifle," said Shane. 



Tom went; and when he came back Shane put a 

 bullet in the colt's head, saying, " It's no use to fool 

 with a colt with a broken leg." 



Such are the sentiments of many whose hearts are 

 closed against the silent appeals of our dumb animals. 



How often have we seen the look of pain in a horse's 

 eye after receiving cruel blows for failing to do what 

 was impossible — a look which almost seemed to say, 

 *' God forgive them, for they kriow not what they do!" 



