what's the matter, beautiful ? " Nails said. "Don't be afraid. You're all right, you know. You're not on your way to the tackers now." He sat down quietly beside her. Her life was little like his, he thought . And while he sat there, the mare seemed to grow calmer. She pushed her head forward to look st him, but when he moved, she jumped back. afraid. Then, slowly, she put her face near his again, and he felt a wet tongue on his hand. Nails was pleased. "You like me, don't you?" he said, and he could see that she did. Well, she was lucky. They were going to kill her, but now here she was warm and comfortable, They should call her Lucky . Lucky Something. He lay back comfortably while he thought about it. The other horses moved about quietly, and it was like being in a family, by the fireside.