human
Hey, there! advised the ugly looking fellow.
gpt
You ladies better stop a bit.
human
It's Pocock!
gpt
I know it,
human
That horse you're leadin' belongs to me,
gpt
You know better, Hebron, exclaimed Eve, bravely.
human
It belongs to my father.
gpt
It may look like your father's colt, said Pocock.
human
But I bought her of a gypsy, and it ain't the same an--i--mile.
gpt
The old mare knows her,
human
That don't prove nothing, growled Pocock.
gpt
Drop that rein.
human
No, I won't! cried Eve.
gpt
Even the bridle is father's. I recognize it.