Coaly-Bay, the Outlaw Hoese 
not all the horses, but Coaly-bay, walk straight up 
to the garden fence—no sign of a limp now—easily 
leap over it, and proceed to gobble the finest 
things he could find. After they had made sure 
of his identity, the men ran forward. Coaly-bay 
cleared the fence like a Deer, lightly raced over the 
pasture to mix with the horseherd, and when the 
men came near him he had—oh, such an awful 
limp. 
“That settles it,’ said the rancher. ‘‘He’s a 
fraud, but he’s a beauty, and good stuff, too.’ 
“Yes, but it settles who took my garden truck,” 
said the other. 
“Wall, I suppose so,” was the answer; ‘“‘but luk 
a here, neighbor, you ain’t lost more’n ten dollars 
in truck. That horse is easily worth—a hundred. 
Give me twenty-five dollars, take the horse, an’ 
call it square.” 
“Not much I will,” said the gardener. ‘I’m 
out twenty-five dollars’ worth of truck; the horse 
ain’t worth a cent more. I take him and call it 
even.” 
And so the thing was settled. The ranchman 
said nothing about Coaly-bay being vicious as well 
as cunning, but the gardener found out, the very 
first time he tried to ride him, that the horse was as 
bad as he was beautiful. 
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