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102 JOIINNY BLOSSOM
As soon as they left the table, back he ran to
Kingthorpe. When he went into the stable
Carlstrom was standing looking at Bob.
" It’s a dark outlook here for the young
gentleman," said Carlstrom. "The horse’s wind is
broken."
Johnny Blossom sat down upon a box, with his
hands thrust deep in his pockets, and stared at
Bob; but not a word passed his lips.
"The best thing to do is to shoot him at
once," continued Carlstrom.
Away darted Johnny Blossom without a word.
Out of the stable, across the grounds, and up to
an outlying field he ran as if for dear life. In a
far corner of the field he threw himself down,
and burying his face in the grass cried bitterly,
and so hard that his whole body shook with his
sobbing.
Oh, Bob, Bob! And he, who was heir of
Kingthorpe,had abused the little horse! What would
Uncle Isaac say if he knew? And now he could
never ride horseback any more! Oh — oh — oh!
He must go home and tell Mother. It was
dreadful to do it, but he must, he must.
When he passed Kingthorpe, he took care
not to glance in that direction; it would be too
sad to see the stable and all that. He had a lump
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