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You get a two hours' rest a day out of it.""I thank my master for that--not you, you lazy fellow! You go along like a buttock of beef upon castors--you do.""Ain't you afraid I'll kick, if you go on like that, Diamond?""Kick! You couldn't kick if you tried. You might heave your rump up half a foot, but for lashing out--oho! If you did, you'd be down on your belly before you could get your legs under you again.

It's my belief, once out, they'd stick out for ever. Talk of kicking!

Why don't you put one foot before the other now and then when you're in the cab? The abuse master gets for your sake is quite shameful.

No decent horse would bring it on him. Depend upon it, Ruby, no cabman likes to be abused any more than his fare. But his fares, at least when you are between the shafts, are very much to be excused.

Indeed they are."

"Well, you see, Diamond, I don't want to go lame again.""I don't believe you were so very lame after all--there!""Oh, but I was."

"Then I believe it was all your own fault. I'm not lame.

I never was lame in all my life. You don't take care of your legs.

You never lay them down at night. There you are with your huge carcass crushing down your poor legs all night long. You don't even care for your own legs--so long as you can eat, eat, and sleep, sleep.

You a horse indeed!"

"But I tell you I was lame."

"I'm not denying there was a puffy look about your off-pastern.

But my belief is, it wasn't even grease--it was fat.""I tell you I put my foot on one of those horrid stones they make the roads with, and it gave my ankle such a twist.""Ankle indeed! Why should you ape your betters? Horses ain't got any ankles: they're only pasterns. And so long as you don't lift your feet better, but fall asleep between every step, you'll run a good chance of laming all your ankles as you call them, one after another. It's not your lively horse that comes to grief in that way. I tell you I believe it wasn't much, and if it was, it was your own fault. There! I've done. I'm going to sleep.

I'll try to think as well of you as I can. If you would but step out a bit and run off a little of your fat!" Here Diamond began to double up his knees; but Ruby spoke again, and, as young Diamond thought, in a rather different tone.

"I say, Diamond, I can't bear to have an honest old horse like you think of me like that. I will tell you the truth: it was my own fault that I fell lame.""I told you so," returned the other, tumbling against the partition as he rolled over on his side to give his legs every possible privilege in their narrow circumstances.

"I meant to do it, Diamond."

At the words, the old horse arose with a scramble like thunder, shot his angry head and glaring eye over into Ruby's stall, and said--"Keep out of my way, you unworthy wretch, or I'll bite you.

You a horse! Why did you do that?"

"Because I wanted to grow fat."

"You grease-tub! Oh! my teeth and tail! I thought you were a humbug!

Why did you want to get fat? There's no truth to be got out of you but by cross-questioning. You ain't fit to be a horse.""Because once I am fat, my nature is to keep fat for a long time;and I didn't know when master might come home and want to see me.""You conceited, good-for-nothing brute! You're only fit for the knacker's yard. You wanted to look handsome, did you? Hold your tongue, or I'll break my halter and be at you--with your handsome fat!""Never mind, Diamond. You're a good horse. You can't hurt me.""Can't hurt you! Just let me once try."

"No, you can't."

"Why then?"

"Because I'm an angel."

"What's that?"

"Of course you don't know."

"Indeed I don't."

"I know you don't. An ignorant, rude old human horse, like you, couldn't know it. But there's young Diamond listening to all we're saying; and he knows well enough there are horses in heaven for angels to ride upon, as well as other animals, lions and eagles and bulls, in more important situations. The horses the angels ride, must be angel-horses, else the angels couldn't ride upon them.

Well, I'm one of them."

"You ain't."

"Did you ever know a horse tell a lie?"

"Never before. But you've confessed to shamming lame.""Nothing of the sort. It was necessary I should grow fat, and necessary that good Joseph, your master, should grow lean.

I could have pretended to be lame, but that no horse, least of all an angel-horse would do. So I must be lame, and so I sprained my ankle--for the angel-horses have ankles--they don't talk horse-slang up there--and it hurt me very much, I assure you, Diamond, though you mayn't be good enough to be able to believe it."Old Diamond made no reply. He had lain down again, and a sleepy snort, very like a snore, revealed that, if he was not already asleep, he was past understanding a word that Ruby was saying. When young Diamond found this, he thought he might venture to take up the dropt shuttlecock of the conversation.

"I'm good enough to believe it, Ruby," he said.

But Ruby never turned his head, or took any notice of him.

I suppose he did not understand more of English than just what the coachman and stableman were in the habit of addressing him with. Finding, however, that his companion made no reply, he shot his head over the partition and looking down at him said--"You just wait till to-morrow, and you'll see whether I'm speaking the truth or not.--I declare the old horse is fast asleep!--Diamond!--No I won't."

Ruby turned away, and began pulling at his hayrack in silence.

Diamond gave a shiver, and looking round saw that the door of the stable was open. He began to feel as if he had been dreaming, and after a glance about the stable to see if North Wind was anywhere visible, he thought he had better go back to bed.