The murmur of voices came to him for a little and then all was still.,
What a shame, what a shame that he should be the poorest rider of all! On the way back he whipped Bob so that the horse finally ran, puffing, coughing, and stumbling along.,
Next he went to the little crippled boy who had such big, mournful eyes..
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