"You"ll do," said Harris. "You may prove a very valuable man for us."
CHAPTER V.
WHAT A HAIR CAN DO.
At his first opportunity to get away from recitations the following day Frank took Diamond and Rattleton and hastened down to the stable to find out how Nemo was coming along.
Grody, who had just saddled a horse for a gentleman, met Frank, and the expression on his face was anything but rea.s.suring.
"Well, how is the pony this morning?" asked Merriwell, anxiously.
"Just as lame as he were, sir," answered Grody. "I"ve been tryin" to find out what it were that happened to him, but I can"t, sir."
"Did you take him to the sh.o.e.r the first thing this morning and have his feet examined, as I directed?"
"I did that, sir."
"And what did the sh.o.e.r say?"
"He located the lameness in the same foot what we said were lame, sir, and he took off the shoe, but he said as how it were all right, and no fault of the shoeing. He didn"t know but a nail might have gone too deep, sir, but he found that were not it."
This was anything but satisfactory, and Frank showed it by his face.
"Well," he said, "you know I told you to summon Dr. Cobb, if it proved something beyond the shoeing."
"And that were what I done, sir."
"And the doctor could not tell what ailed the horse?"
"The doctor has not come yet, sir. He were busy when I send the message to him, but he said---- Here he is now, sir."
A rig drew up at the door, and a short, stubbed, red-bearded man stepped out. This man entered the stable with a quick step and called to the hostler:
"Well, Grody, did you telephone me?"
"Yes, sir, I did, sir," said the hostler, quickly.
"Important case, you said?"
"Yes, sir, very important."
"Where"s the horse?"
"I"ll bring him right out, sir."
The hostler hastened to do so, and Dr. Cobb looked keenly at Nemo.
"Walk him around," directed the doctor.
Grody obeyed.
"Just a bit lame," commented the doctor. "It may be a slight strain. It doesn"t seem to be much."
"But it grows worse when he is taken out on the road," said Frank. "It was very bad yesterday afternoon."
The doctor glanced at the boy.
"Your horse?" he asked.
"Yes, sir."
"When did you first notice he was lame?"
"Yesterday afternoon."
"Had him out this morning?"
"Grody took him to the sh.o.e.r, that"s all."
"What did he say?"
"Said there was nothing the matter with the way Nemo is shod."
"Perhaps he lied. Didn"t want to hurt his business. Did he do anything?"
"Yes, he reset the shoe on the lame foot."
"Hum! Horse may be all right by to-morrow or next day."
"I do not think he will, doctor."
"Eh? Why not?"
"Because I have reasons to believe he was made to go lame."
"Is that so? Well, now the matter becomes more interesting. What causes you to think anything of the sort?"
Frank explained, and the doctor listened attentively to his story.
"This is worth investigating," he declared. "I know a few of the tricks of these fellows, and I think I"ll find out what was done to your horse, if anything was done."
The boys watched the doctor with great interest. They saw him examine the lame leg from the knee down. In doing this he put on a pair of spectacles.
Nemo was nervous. He seemed afraid the doctor would hurt him, and it was not found easy to make him stand.