I heard no more of this conversation, as the medicine did well and sent me to sleep, and in the morning I felt much better. Joe learned quickly after this, and was so careful that john began to give him many things to do. One day, John was out and the master wanted a letter taken immediately to a gentleman's house about five kilometres away. He told Joe to saddle me and take it. The letter was delivered and we were returning through a field where we saw a cart full of bricks. They were so heavy that the wheels of the cart were half-buried in the soft ground, and the horses was shouting and whipping them without stopping 'Don't whip the horses like that, Joe shouted at him. 'The wheels are half-buried and won't move. I'll help you take some bricks out to make the cart lighter'. 'Mind your own business! Said the man angrily. He was in a terrible temper and more than half-drunk. Joe turned me, and we galloped towards the house of the brickmaker, Mr Clay. Joe knocked on the door. The door opened. 'Hallo, young man, began Mr Clay. 'There's a man in your field whipping tow horses to death!' Joe told him, his voice shaking with anger. 'I told him to stop, but he refused. I think he's drunk. Please go, sir!' 'I will!' Said the man, and hurried off. When we got home, Joe told john all about it. 'You did the right thing,' said John. 'Many people would ride by and say it was none of their business. But cruelty is everybody's business.' Just before dinner, the master sent for Joe. The drunken man was accused of cruelty to horses and Joe was wanted tell his story to the police. "I'll tell it gladly," said Joe. We heard afterwards that the poor horses were so exhausted and so badly beaten that the man might have to go to prison. Joe came across and gave me a friendly pat. We won’t allow cruelty , will we old friendly?’ he said. And he seemed to have grown up suddenly.