He entered the alley, and there his
dim eye fell upon the open door he had previously investigated.
No memory of it remained; but the place had a look associated in
his mind with hay, and, as Sam and Penrod turned the corner of
the alley in panting yet still vociferous pursuit, Whitey
stumbled up the inclined platform before the open doors,
staggered thunderously across the carriage-house and through
another open door into a stall, an apartment vacant since the
occupancy of Mr. Schofield's last horse, now several years
deceased.
CHAPTER VIII. SALVAGE
The two boys shrieked with excitement as they beheld the
coincidence of this strange return. They burst into the stable,
making almost as much noise as Duke, who had become frantic at
the invasion. Sam laid hands upon a rake.
"You get out o' there, you ole horse, you!" he bellowed. "I ain't
afraid to drive him out. I--"
"WAIT a minute!" Penrod shouted. "Wait till I--"
Sam was manfully preparing to enter the stall.
"You hold the doors open," he commanded, "so's they won't blow
shut and keep him in here.
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