The boy began to cry but there was no escape. Moments later, the policemen foundanother empty bag like the one in the boy's basket, and they took Filcher away with them. That was the last I ever saw of him.
Another groom was employed, but he was very lazy about cleaning and I became thin and unhealthy from standing in a wet, dirty stable. After all this trouble with grooms, Mr Barry decided to stop keeping a horse and I was sent to a horse fair - a place where hundreds of horses were bought and sold, and more lies were told, I think, than in any other place in the country.
That day I was lucky. I was bought for twenty- five pounds by a man called Jeremiah Barker, but everyone called him Jerry and I shall do the same.