g her to Tollef Morud, the ex-groom of John
Garvestad. On being promised immunity from prosecution, he was induced
to confess that he had been hired by his former master to arrange the
nocturnal fight between Lady Clare and Valders-Roan, and had been
paid ten dollars for stealing the mare when she had been sufficiently
damaged. John Garvestad had himself watched the fight from behind the
fence, and had laughed fit to split his sides, until Valders-Roan seemed
on the point of being worsted. Then he had interfered to separate them,
and Tollef had led Lady Clare away, bleeding from a dozen wounds, and
had hidden her in a deserted lumberman's shed near the saeter where the
searchers had overtaken him.

Having obtained these facts, Erik took pains to let John Garvestad know
that the chain of evidence against him was complete, and if he had had
his own way he would not have rested until his enemy had suffered the
full penalty of the law. But John Garvestad, suspecting what was in the
young man's mind, suddenly divested himself of his pride, and cringing
dike a whipped dog, came and asked Erik's pardon, entreating him not to
prosecute.

As for Lady Clare, she never recovered her lost beauty. A pretty
fair-looking mare she became, to be sure, when good feeding and careful
grooming had made her fat and glossy once more. A long and contented
old age is, no doubt, in store for her. Having known evil days, she
appreciates the blessings which the change in her fate has brought her.
The captain declares she is the best-tempered and steadiest horse in his
stable.

BONNYBOY

I.

"Oh, you never will amount to anything, Bonnyboy!" said Bonnyboy's
father, when he had vainly tried to show him how to use a gouge; for
Bonnyboy had just succeeded in gouging a piece out of his hand, and was
standing helplessly, letting his blood drop on an engraving of Napoleon
at Austerlitz, which had been sent to his father for framing. The
trouble with Bonnyboy was that he was not only awkward--left-handed
in everything he undertook, as his father put it--but he was so very
good-natured that it was impossible to get angry with him. His large
blue innocent eyes had a childlike wonder in them, when he had done
anything particularly stupid, and he was so willing and anxious to
learn, that his ill-success seemed a reason for pity rather than for
wrath. Grim Norvold, Bonnyboy's father, was by trade a carpenter, and
handy as he was at all kinds