led away. He had passed out of his life. He was the property of another.
"Never mind, boy," said McBride kindly. "There are other horses in the world."
"That may be," said Halsey thickly, "but there are no other Palo'mines. You see the Major at the bank and fix it all up for me. I can't. I might back out. You have him deposit the money in the bank in my uncle's name. He said we were to meet him in an hour."
"All right," said McBride, "but don't take it so hard."
"I can't help it," returned Halsey, "I have got to get out of this and fight it out with myself. I am going to take to the woods, Jock. You attend to it for me."
"All right. I will attend to everything. But you had better go to your room and rest," answered McBride.
"I am going to the woods to rest. It is the best place I know of," said the boy wearily. "I am tired out. The race was a terrific strain. I will be all right in a
