Little Warhorse 
feed with his kind, sporting and romping on the 
moonlight nights like a lot of puppy Dogs, but 
careful to be gone by sunrise, and safely tucked 
in a bed that was suited to the weather. 
The safest ground for the Jacks was among 
the farms, where not only Osage hedges, but 
also the newly arrived barb-wire, made hurdles 
and hazards in the path of possible enemies. 
But the finest of the forage is nearer to the 
village among the truck-farms—the finest of 
forage and the fiercest of dangers. Some of 
the dangers of the plains were lacking, but the 
greater perils of men, guns, Dogs, and impassa- 
ble fences are much increased. Yet those 
who knew Warhorse best were not at all sur- 
prised to find that he had made a form in the 
middle of a market-gardener’s melon-patch. 
A score of dangers beset him here, but there 
was also a score of unusual delights and a 
score of holes in the fence for times when he 
had to fly, with at least twoscore of expedients 
to help him afterward, 
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