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The animals crowded round the van. "Good-bye, Boxer!" they chorused, "good-bye!"

"Fools! Fools!" shouted Benjamin, prancing round them and stamping the earth with his small hoofs. "Fools! Do you not see what is written on the side of that van?"

That gave the animals pause, and there was a hush. Muriel began to spell out the words. But Benjamin pushed her aside and in the midst of a deadly silence he read:

"'Alfred Simmonds, Horse Slaughterer and Glue Boiler, Willingdon. Dealer in Hides and Bone-Meal. Kennels Supplied.' Do you not understand what that means? They are taking Boxer to the knacker's!"

A cry of horror burst from all the animals.

At this moment the man on the box whipped up his horses and the van moved out of the yard at a smart trot.

All the animals followed, crying out at the tops of their voices.

Clover forced her way to the front.

The van began to gather speed.

Clover tried to stir her stout limbs to a gallop, and achieved a canter.

"Boxer!" she cried.

"Boxer! Boxer! Boxer!" And just at this moment, as though he had heard the uproar outside, Boxer's face, with the white stripe down his nose, appeared at the small window at the back of the van.

"Boxer!" cried Clover in a terrible voice. "Boxer! Get out! Get out quickly! They're taking you to your death!"

All the animals took up the cry of "Get out, Boxer, get out!" But the van was already gathering speed and drawing away from them.

It was uncertain whether Boxer had understood what Clover had said.

But a moment later his face disappeared from the window and there was the sound of a tremendous drumming of hoofs inside the van.

He was trying to kick his way out.

The time had been when a few kicks from Boxer's hoofs would have smashed the van to matchwood.

But alas! his strength had left him; and in a few moments the sound of drumming hoofs grew fainter and died away.

In desperation the animals began appealing to the two horses which drew the van to stop.

"Comrades, comrades!" they shouted.

"Don't take your own brother to his death! "But the stupid brutes, too ignorant to realise what was happening, merely set back their ears and quickened their pace.

Boxer's face did not reappear at the window.

Too late, someone thought of racing ahead and shutting the five-barred gate; but in another moment the van was through it and rapidly disappearing down the road.

Boxer was never seen again.

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