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Whoa there.

Whoa.

Beauty hasn't to be driven hard while he's short of feed. You ought to know

by now, Ned.

I'm sorry. I forgot.

Where are the sacks?

The merchant hasn't got any oats left.

He's been cleaned out.

Well, did you try somewhere else?

No,

it's the same all over.

Something about the bad harvest.

Now, we all know about the bad harvest, Ned, but I sent you to find oats for

beauty.

Well, don't you realise how important it is? Look at the state he's in. We've

got to find some oats from somewhere.

Mr Bolton over at Maybury, he sells oats.

I'll go.

No, not yet. Beauty's got to be rested first. I'm fed.

There'll have to be hay and beans from now on. We've nothing else.

Poor old boy. It's not what he used to, is it?

Did you get my milk jug?

You didn't forget?

No, I got it.

right, Mr. Bolton?

And how's me old friend Black Beauty?

This is Dr.

Gordon's horse, Pat.

What do you think of him, eh? He is a beauty, you know, Mr. Bolton. Yes. I'll

wait till you won't find a better horse in Edmonton Hall. Old Ben, you looks

after squires broken down old nags, don't you, Ben?

Now then, Charlie.

Ah, go on, Ben. Do you know what I'm a fool, do you, eh?

We're clean our votes, Mr. Bolton, and Dr.

Gordon wondered if you could let him for a few bags.

Oh, well, you're a bit lucky. I just happen to have one bag left.

And seeing as how it's for a black beauty, I'll gladly let you have it.

Thanks. Right, maybe some more tomorrow.

If so, I'll bring them over.

Can't be long.

I'll be getting back then, Charlie.

Yeah, right over then, Ben. And thanks for looking at Caesar.

No charge.

Bye now.

Look after him, do you? Of course.

Know anything about horses?

There isn't much I don't know about them.

Like a job for tomorrow?

Up at Eddington Hall, I'll give you six pennies.

Six pennies?

I could buy a milk jug with that, couldn't I? Could buy three.

You'll have to work, mind.

I'll work for it, all right.

Good, then that's settled.

Be at the stables at six tomorrow morning.

Here we are. One sack of best quality oats.

Maybe more tomorrow.

Come on, beauty.

That'll keep me going, eh?

There we are, my old beauty.

That's the way.

Off you go.

Thank you, Mr. Bone.

Thank you very much.

Fresh

straw

in each stall.

I'll be back.

Put you back into it, boy.

Come over here.

Now.

Measure each feed carefully, see?

I can't see much.

That's enough.

Beauty gets more than that. Quite a lot more. Bernie's been overfed.

Anyway, there's a grain shortage.

What do you want, boy?

Uh, I fed the horses.

What do you want me to do now?

Go and sweep the yard.

Go on, off you go.

Who are you staring at?

Seen sacks of oats before, haven't you? You said there was a grain shortage.

Oh, well, that's Mr. Armstrong.

Forewarned is forearmed. He laid in a good supply.

Where's that lot going?

Never you mind.

Go on, get on with your work.

You don't think I'd steal grain from the squire, do you?

Well, it looks like he's got plenty.

True. As a lot of people say, he wouldn't miss a few bags.

Yeah. What the eye don't see, the heart don't grieve over, eh? That's all.

Yeah.

Would still be stealing, though, wouldn't it?

Yeah.

So it's a good job the squire's got honest men working for him, ain't that

Yeah.

Yeah, isn't it?

Jenny! Ned!

Father's very angry about you coming to work here. You're to find more oats for

Beauty. I know where there's enough for a whole army of horses.

Bring Beauty inside.

Come on, Billy.

Then Potter's stealing grain from the squire. What? It's true. Not only that,

he's giving all the horses short rations.

But how dreadful.

What are you going to do about it?

Be quiet, beauty.

What can I do? Tell the squire.

That's sneaky.

What about Potter? He's stealing from someone he works for. Shh!

Someone who trusts him. There's nothing more sneaky than that.

And what about the horses?

They're supposed to go hungry, are they?

Well, I think he's wicked.

If you don't go and tell the squire, I shall.

Quiet, beauty.

Oh, I don't know.

Whatever I do, I seem to land up in more trouble.

Well, if you keep quiet about it, you'll be as bad as he is.

How do you make that out? It's true.

But I don't like the squire. Well, what's that got to do with it?

All right.

Will you come with me? Of course I will.

Squire Armstrong!

Turn out your pockets.

Did you hear me? Turn out your pockets.

You see, sir, give it back to him.

But I... Why did you do it, Ned?

I was trying to help you.

Stealing from a friend.

But I didn't steal it. It's a trick. He put it there. He wanted to shut me up.

Will you be silent, Lewis?

You have been caught red -handed.

Stealing from someone who gave you work.

That is despicable.

You may have fooled Dr. Gordon, but you've never fooled me.

You can steal it, Jen.

Please,

Mr Armstrong.

I'm sending for Constable Dickens. But it's Ben Potter who's the thief. I've

been very patient with you, my girl. If you continue to make these wild

accusations, you'll be in trouble as well. They're not wild accusations. Then

where's your prune?

I'm real sorry, miss.

But I had to tell the squire about it.

You'd do it on the same, wouldn't you?

Proof? Of course.

We've got to find where he takes the sacks.

It's the only way we'll save Ned.

All right, beauty, you stay here.

Here we are, then.

You're late.

You're jumping.

I've just had a day with that young Lewis boy.

I give him a job up at Eddington Hall, and he goes and catches on what's going

on. He was going to tell the squire, so I fixed it. And how come? I planted some

money on him.

Oh, by heavens.

But you're a tricky fellow, then, aren't you?

See, you were singing in the church choir of a Sunday -old Tinkwad villain

are. Now, you watch your tongue, Charlie.

Where's the stuff, then?

In here?

No, of course it ain't.

Well, where is it then?

Over here.

Oh, you're getting reckless.

No, just greedy.

Well, come on then.

That's why the money was found in his pocket, sir.

He said, Potter, put it there.

After that, he began slandering Potter in a most malicious way.

Well, Ned, ain't you got anything to say?

Oh, what's the use?

I just hope he keeps on robbing you, that's all.

Because you don't want the truth, do you?

There you are, then.

That ain't enough.

What do you mean?

It's what I always paid? Maybe, but the price just went up.

Look, I paid for nine sacks, Ben Putter. You paid for eight. That one will cost

you ten shillings.

All right, you keep it, then.

And don't you bother to steal no more, because I'm not going to buy them.

You'll change your tune.

Don't forget I know what you're selling them for.

You're no better than a common thief, Ben Potter.

Come on, Caesar.

Wonderful horn.

Oh, eat them all if you want to.

You've just saved my life.

Oh, come on.

Good.

Good.

If only I knew who the other man was, I'd make

the squad believe me then.

What's the matter?

Oh, boy.

Good day to you, my dear.

Hello, Black Beauty.

We're on the trail of oats. Well, then, I'm just your man.

Don't look so surprised.

I managed to lay me hand on a few bags.

You'll never guess where.

Someone who's got plenty. Yes, yes, that's right, yes.

Very nice of him to let you have some. Yes, it was, wasn't it? Yes, yes. I'm

just taking a few bags to your house right now.

Oh, how very kind of you.

I'll ride on ahead and tell my father you're coming.

I'm sure he'll give you a warm welcome, Mr. Bowden.

Bye -bye, my dear.

Mr. Bolton, we've been expecting you.

Ah, Jenny's told you about the oats?

Yes.

She's told me everything.

Oh, good, good.

Three bags, then.

I'm afraid the price is rather high.

I thought it might be.

Well, that's how it is, I'm afraid.

Can't do nothing about it.

Very hard to come by nowadays, oats.

As you know, I just have to beg the borrower.

Or steal them, Mr. Bolton.

Well, you know what I mean. Yes, I know exactly what you mean.

Trail of guilt, Mr. Bolton.

All the way to Ben Potter's hiding place.

I think he's learned his lesson.

There you are, beauty.

I'm Squire Armstrong.

I'm grateful. Thanks for helping to unmask a couple of villains.

What will happen to them?

I'm afraid they'll go to prison.

I didn't get any money, Aunt Amy.

Silly, isn't it?

Because I did want to get you a milk jug.

I know.

And if you kept quiet about Ben Potter, he'd have paid you.

Yeah.

But I couldn't do that. Could I, Jen?

I'm glad.

That was a better present than a milk jug.

Wasn't it, beauty?

Oh, by the way, I talked to Mr Armstrong, and he said you can help out

stables at Eddington Hall until they replace you, Papa.

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

No.

No.

Look at these blisters.

One oughtn't enough to look after.

I'm down it soon.