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 stopped at the house of Jethro Trent. Jethro was impatiently waiting for him. Silently he clambored in.

"Solved the diet of 'Eaps at last," chuckled Samuel Gage. "Very simple too. All I do is keep a feed bag on 'im all the time when 'e's 'ome. Sort o' wear 'im out, you know. It's workin' fine. Look at 'im. You used to be able to see all 'is ribs, now you can only see 'alf o' 'em. Those oats you sent 'im sure were good. Such swell oats they were I almost wished I was a 'orse."

"Glad you liked them," said Jethro. "I'll send you a few more bags. Don't know when I had such an abundant crop of anything as last year."

"It must o' made you mighty 'appy."

"Happy?" repeated Jethro slowly. "Happy? I don't know. I like to plant and to harvest It is good to watch things growing week after week. But possession afterward doesn't mean anything. I'd give all I possess if Scobee could get his eyesight back again."

"I thought you said there was 'ope!" broke