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16 The Fire

           Thefirsthorsewouldnotgowithhim;hetriedthesecondandthird,andtheytoowouldnotstir.Hecametomenextandtriedtodragmeoutofthestallbyforce;ofcoursethatwasnouse.Hetriedusallbyturnsandthenleftthestable.

           Nodoubtwewereveryfoolish,butdangerseemedtobeallround,andtherewasnobodyweknewtotrustin,andallwasstrangeanduncertain.Thefreshairthathadcomeinthroughtheopendoormadeiteasiertobreathe,buttherushingsoundoverheadgrewlouder,andasIlookedupwardthroughthebarsofmyemptyrackIsawaredlightflickeringonthewall.ThenIheardacryof“Fire!”outside,andtheoldhostlerquietlyandquicklycamein;hegotonehorseout,andwenttoanother,buttheflameswereplayingroundthetrapdoor,andtheroaringoverheadwasdreadful.

           ThenextthingIheardwasJames’voice,quietandcheery,asitalwayswas.

           “Come,mybeauties,itistimeforustobeoff,sowakeupandcomealong.”Istoodnearestthedoor,sohecametomefirst,pattingmeashecamein.

           “Come,Beauty,onwithyourbridle,myboy,we’llsoonbeoutofthissmother.”Itwasoninnotime;thenhetookthescarfoffhisneck,andtieditlightlyovermyeyes,andpattingandcoaxingheledmeoutofthestable.Safeintheyard,heslippedthescarfoffmyeyes,andshouted,“Heresomebody!takethishorsewhileIgobackfortheother.”

           Atall,broadmansteppedforwardandtookme,andJamesdartedbackintothestable.IsetupashrillwhinnyasIsawhimgo.

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