immediacy of action that was new to her. "They're the boss's, you
know. Couldn't rent animals like them. He lets me take them out
for exercise sometimes. If they ain't exercised regular they're a
handful.--Look at King, there, prancin'. Some style, eh? Some
style! The other one's the real goods, though. Prince is his
name. Got to have some bit on him to hold'm.--Ah! Would you?--Did
you see'm, Saxon? Some horse! Some horse!"

From behind came the admiring cheer of the neighborhood children,
and Saxon, with a sigh of content, knew that the happy day had at
last begun.



CHAPTER X

"I don't know horses," Saxon said. "I've never been on one's
back, and the only ones I've tried to drive were single, and
lame, or almost falling down, or something. But I'm not afraid of
horses. I just love them. I was born loving them, I guess."

Billy threw an admiring, appreciative glance at her.

"That's the stuff. That's what I like in a woman--grit. Some of
the girls I've had out--well, take it from me, they made me sick.
Oh, I'm hep to 'em. Nervous, an' trembly, an' screechy, an'
wabbly. I reckon they come out on my account an' not for the
ponies. But me for the brave kid that likes the ponies. You're
the real goods, Saxon, honest to God you are. Why, I can talk
like a streak with you. The rest of 'em make me sick. I'm like a