AT THE CROSS-KEYS: PART II

GRADUALLY we ceased to be astonished at the odd ways of Mr. Drane; his wild appearance no longer moved in us the most languid interest; it was a matter of course to see him ride by on his raw-boned sorrel--a horse to which the luxuries of grooming and bedding down were unknown. When it was wanted it was taken straight from grass, with bits of straw and stick and clods of dirt clinging to its shaggy coat; a shepskin took the place of a saddle, and a rope with a loop in each end...