222 THE horse's rescue. 



Beach, this man is a trifle too honest. I think it will 

 be well enouirh to watch him." 



We cared for the horses, making them as comforta- 

 ble as our surroundings and circumstances would let 

 us This landlord watched for an opportunity to 

 draw out Beach. He had noticed I was conductor of 

 this train by hearing us talk. He inquired about my 

 circumstances financially in a round-about way. After 

 conversing a ehort time he asked Beach if I carried 

 much money with me. Beach told him: "Enough 

 to defray expenses." This was an eye-opener for 

 Beach. He did not sleep any that niglu. He said to 

 me: "There is something rotten here, Doan." Beach 

 was a man not easily discouraged and no coward, but 

 he did not like the surroundings. 



Night came, and we went to bed ; that is, we pre- 

 tended to. There was no sleep. Beach's head Was 

 out of the window all night. The racket commenced 

 about eleven o'clock, by the barking of dogs, five or 

 six at one time. This was kept up all night, caused 

 by comers and goers. They seemed to be on horse- 

 back. The landlord was up prowling around, and the 

 visitors had business in and out of the barn all night. 

 Beach was on the watch. He was where he could see 

 them come and go from the barn. He yelled at some 

 of them during the" night. This hotel, I may say here, 

 was not in a village. It was in a country place. 



In the morning we found our traps all in their 

 places.' Beach asked the landlord what the racket 

 meant that we had heard all night? 



" Oh, there was a fellow who came to borrow a 

 saddle." 



