CHAPTER V. 



ONDAY morning came bright and fair, and 

 Shane was up at dawn. He fed the horses, 

 and seeing the sorrel horse lying down, he 

 thoiighu the horse was still sleeping, and 

 threw a corncob at him. 



"Come, wake up there, lazy bones," he shouted, 

 but the only response was a groan. 



" What in the nation is the matter now? " he asked 

 himself, as he went around in the stable and gave the 

 horse a poke with the fork handle. 



" Get up here," he shouted, and gave the horse 

 another poke with the fork handle. The sorrel got up 

 on his feet, but stood with his head down. 



"He'd better not try that with me," said Dick, to 

 himself, in an undertone, as he munched his corn. 



"Looks like a sick horse, sure," said Shane. "I 

 never knew that horse to refuse to eat before. Fire 

 and thunder ! " he exclaimed, as he looked in the gray 

 mare's stall, and saw that she had not touched her corn. 

 " Somebody must have poisoned these horses." 



He led the sorrel horse and gray mare out in the 

 l)arn-yard, where they rolled around and made a great 

 show of having the colic. 



"Tom, come here!" shouted Shane, as Tom came 



