stunts frequently?"

"First time she ever did that," Forrest replied. "That was Mountain
Lad. She rode him straight down the spill-way--tobogganed with him,
twenty-two hundred and forty pounds of him."

"Risked his neck and legs as well as her own," was Graham's comment.

"Thirty-five thousand dollars' worth of neck and legs," Dick smiled.
"That's what a pool of breeders offered me for him last year after
he'd cleaned up the Coast with his get as well as himself. And as for
Paula, she could break necks and legs at that price every day in the
year until I went broke--only she doesn't. She never has accidents."

"I wouldn't have given tuppence for her chance if he'd turned over."

"But he didn't," Dick answered placidly. "That's Paula's luck. She's
tough to kill. Why, I've had her under shell-fire where she was
actually disappointed because she didn't get hit, or killed, or near-
killed. Four batteries opened on us, shrapnel, at mile-range, and we
had to cover half a mile of smooth hill-brow for shelter. I really
felt I was justified in charging her with holding back. She did admit
a 'trifle.' We've been married ten or a dozen years now, and, d'ye
know, sometimes it seems to me I don't know her at all, and that
nobody knows her, and that she doesn't know herself--just the same way
as you and I can look at ourselves in a mirror and wonder who the
devil we are anyway. Paula and I have one magic formula: _Damn the
expense when fun is selling_. And it doesn't matter whether the
price is in dollars, hide, or life. It's our way and our luck. It
works. And, d'ye know, we've never been gouged on the price yet."