Black Beauty (11)

The next thing I heard was James's voice, quite and cheerly, as it always was.

"Come on , Beauty, we'll soon be out of here."

He took the scarf off his neck, and tied it lightly over my eyes, and patting and coaxing, he led me out of the stable.

Safe in the yard, he slipped the scarf off my eyes and shouted, " Here, somebody ! Take this horse while I go back for another."

A tall broad man stepped forward and took me, and James ran back into the stable.

I set up a shrill whinny as I saw him go.

Ginger told me aferward that whinny was the best thing I could have done for her.
Had she not heard me outside, she would never have had the courage to come out.
 
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