A WALKING DELEGATE
behind the others as they stood in a group, and was swaying his head close to the ground with a curious scythe-like motion, looking sidewise out of his wicked eyes. You can never mistake a man-eater getting ready to knock a man down. We had had one to pasture the year before.
"See that?" said my companion, turning over on the pine-needles. "Nice for a woman walking 'cross lots, would n't it be?"
"Bring 'em out!" said the yellow horse, hunching his sharp back. "There 's no chance among them tall trees. Bring out the—oh! Ouch!"
It was a right-and-left kick from Muldoon. I had no idea that the old car-horse could lift so quickly. Both blows caught the yellow horse full and fair in the ribs, and knocked the breath out of him.
"What 's that for?" he said angrily, when he recovered himself; but I noticed he did not draw any nearer to Muldoon than was necessary.
Muldoon never answered, but discoursed to himself in the whining grunt that he uses when he is going down-hill in front of a heavy load. We call it singing; but I think it 's something much worse, really. The yellow horse blustered and squealed a little, and at last said that, if it was a horse-fly that had stung Muldoon, he would accept an apology.
"You 'll get it," said Muldoon, "in de sweet by-and-bye—all de apology you 've any use for. Excuse me interruptin' you, Mr. Rod, but I 'm like Tweezy—I ’ve a Southern drawback in me hind legs."
"Naow, I want you all here to take notice, and you 'll
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