"That's sure a hoss, that one of yours. Lou?" "You've heard of her?" "Everybody that's heard of you has heard of her, if they have any ears to listen to folks' talk," said the other. "She's handy herself, ain't she? How come she don't make any more noise going through a wood?" "Training," answered Ronicky Doone. "Took a pile of pains." "I reckon!" "But now she knows enough not to step where the dead leaves are thick or on a branch or nothing like that. Besides, I've got her so's she knows when she ain't to make any noise like whinnying." "That must of took time, Ronicky!" "About two years, training her every day." "You don't say! Well, you sure are the out-beatingest gent for patience, Ronicky!" The other returned no answer. It was very strange to hear them conversing in so frank a manner, making no mysteries with each other the one asking simple questions, the other answering them with fully as much simplicity. One might have thought them old and familiar acquaintances. Neither had raised his voice since Ronicky answered the third call.
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