clam. They don't know nothin', an' they're that scared all the
time--well, I guess you get me"

"You have to be born to love horses, maybe," she answered. "Maybe
it's because I always think of my father on his roan war-horse
that makes me love horses. But, anyway, I do. When I was a little
girl I was drawing horses all the time. My mother always
encouraged me. I've a scrapbook mostly filled with horses I drew
when I was little. Do you know, Billy, sometimes I dream I
actually own a horse, all my own. And lots of times I dream I'm
on a horse's back, or driving him."

"I'll let you drive 'em, after a while, when they've worked their
edge off. They're pullin' now.--There, put your hands in front of
mine--take hold tight. Feel that? Sure you feel it. An' you ain't
feelin' it all by a long shot. I don't dast slack, you bein' such
a lightweight."

Her eyes sparkled as she felt the apportioned pull of the mouths
of the beautiful, live things; and he, looking at her, sparkled
with her in her delight.

"What's the good of a woman if she can't keep up with a man?" he
broke out enthusiastically.

"People that like the same things always get along best
together," she answered, with a triteness that concealed the joy
that was hers at being so spontaneously in touch with him.

"Why, Saxon, I've fought battles, good ones, frazzlin' my silk