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ng haul was Jerry. So there was no nonsense about him. From square, honest muzzle to solid rump he was soundly built, fashioned for work and for nothing else. Pet, when he was first hooked into Mr. P. Dolans new single truck, a vehicle as substantially built as Jerry himself, the turnout was one in which pride might be taken. Mr. P. Dolan, although little given to vain thoughts, certainly viewed it with satisfaction. As for the truck, it was the best that money could buy. Mr. P. Dolan had seen it at the factory before the paint and varnish had gone on. He c 11 l JUST HORSES knew that neither in spoke or felloe, hub or asle, shaft or whiffle-tree, was there knot or flaw. And now, shining in red and uold, with never a scratch or dent to be seen, wit11 his name and license number boldly lettered on the sideboards, the truck stood for two-thirds of his entire capital. Rcpresentin y the other third was Jerry. IrTo discredit to the new trucli was Jerry. Did every angle and surface of the truck give back the sunshine well, look at the polished surface of Jerrps rounded quar- ters, look at his shining hoofs, note the brightness of his big, wide-set eyes. Rlr. P. Dolan decided that chestnut red with black points was t11e ideal color comnbina- tion for a truck horse. Looks lilcc him an the truck wor made fer aich other, he said. Sure, yell not be after haulin dirthy boxes and barls in that purthy wagon, will L 12 1 --This text refers to an alternate Paperback edition.