He was thinking about this when at last the sound for which he had been longing feil on his ears: a hoofbeat on a stony part of the road. It was quite near, and he knew that it was Father coming, although he was not, as usual, cantering. But something within him told him it was Father, and he jumped down from the post and opened the gate, straining his eyes to pierce the tree-
Father and Nugget loomed up out of the gloom and
turned in at the gate.
"Thanks, Hugh," said Father. He dismounted stiffly, handling the tucker-bag with care. "You can let him go.
Been all right?"
"Oh, yes. Did you get a lot of money for Daisy,
"There wasn't any rush for her," father said, grimly. "But I got something. Hurry up, Hugh: I'm hungry. I've
had nothing to eat since I left."
"Didn't you get dinner in the township?" Hugh asked,
"Oh, Father—you should! Why "
"Oh, cut along," said the man, wearily.
Hugh unsaddled Nugget and let him go as quickly as possible. When you did this for Tinker you talked to hun all the time, and Tinker almost talked back: but Nugget was not a sympathetic horse. He did not appreciate conversation; all he wanted to do was to get away and roll. Hugh left him rolling, looking very ridiculous with his