After breakfast Strickland said to me, ’Don’t go.  Stay here, and stay for the night.’

Seeing that my house was not three miles from Strickland’s, this request was absurd.  But Strickland insisted, and was going to say something when Fleete interrupted by declaring in a shamefaced way that he felt hungry again.  Strickland sent a man to my house to fetch over my bedding and a horse, and we three went down to Strickland’s stables to pass the hours until it was time to go out for a ride.  The man who has a weakness for horses never wearies of inspecting them; and when two men are killing time in this way they gather knowledge and lies the one from the other.

There were five horses in the stables, and I shall never forget the scene as we tried to look them over.  They seemed to have gone mad.  They reared and screamed and nearly tore up their pickets; they sweated and shivered and lathered and were distraught with fear.  Strickland’s horses used to know him as well as his dogs; which made the matter more curious.  We left the stable for fear of the brutes throwing themselves in their panic.  Then Strickland turned back and called me.  The horses were still frightened, but they let us ‘gentle’ and make much of them, and put their heads in our bosoms.

‘They aren’t afraid of us,’ said Strickland.  ’D’you know, I’d give three months’ pay if outrage here could talk.’

But Outrage was dumb, and could only cuddle up to his master and blow out his nostrils, as is the custom of horses when they wish to explain things but can’t.  Fleete came up when we were in the stalls, and as soon as the horses saw him, their fright broke out afresh.  It was all that we could do to escape from the place unkicked.  Strickland said, ’They don’t seem to love you, Fleete.’

‘Nonsense,’ said Fleete;’my mare will follow me like a dog.’  He went to her; she was in a loose-box; but as he slipped the bars she plunged, knocked him down, and broke away into the garden.  I laughed, but Strickland was not amused.  He took his moustache in both fists and pulled at it till it nearly came out.  Fleete, instead of going off to chase his property, yawned, saying that he felt sleepy.  He went to the house to lie down, which was a foolish way of spending New Year’s Day.

Strickland sat with me in the stables and asked if I had noticed anything peculiar in Fleete’s manner.  I said that he ate his food like a beast; but that this might have been the result of living alone in the hills out of the reach of society as refined and elevating as ours for instance.  Strickland was not amused.  I do not think that he listened to me, for his next sentence referred to the mark on Fleete’s breast, and I said that it might have been caused by blister-flies, or that it was possibly a birth-mark newly born and now visible for the first time.  We both agreed that it was unpleasant to look at, and Strickland found occasion to say that I was a fool.