CHAPTER SEVENWhen the procession finally arrived at Wakefield, the noise the cages made coming into the stable yard was enough to bring all the staff running.
“Goodness me, my Lord!” exclaimed Mrs. Cropper in horror, as cage after cage clattered into the yard. “What have you come back with?”
Morland came out of the stables with a saddle over his arm and looked as though he could not believe his eyes.
“We haven’t had that many horses here since I just don’t know when,” he grumbled.
Sam appeared from the workshop and Joe came in from the garden with the two assistant lads, all looking on wide-eyed.
“That’s never a tiger,” gulped Joe in awe.
The tiger snarled and he started back several steps.
George dismounted.
“They’ll be a-needin’ to be fed and watered, sir. Is this where you want
