Montrosa would trust him. She had given him
her heart, and her loyalty would never waver. With a clutch at his
throat, and a little pain in his breast, he stumbled down the
steps and went in search of her.
Now during Dave's absence Paloma had done her best to spoil the
mare, and among other marks of favor had allowed her free run of
the yard, where the shade was cool and the grass fine, and where
delicious tidbits were to be had from the kitchen for the mere
asking. In consequence, Dave did not go far until he was
discovered. Montrosa signaled, then trotted toward him with ears
and tail lifted. Her delight was open and extravagant; her welcome
was as enthusiastic as a horse could make it. Gone were her
coquetry and her airs; she nosed and nibbled Dave; she rubbed and
rooted him with the violence of a battering-ram, and permitted him
to hug her and murmur words of love into her velvet ears. She
swapped confidence for confidence, too; and then, when he finally
walked back toward the house, she followed closely, as if fearful
that he might again desert her.
Phil Strange met the lovers as they turned the corner of the
porch, and warmly shook Dave's hand.
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