"Lin Slone! . . . I can't--understand you."
"You've got to ride Wildfire in that race. You've got to beat the King. . . .
So I give Wildfire to you. An' now you can't help but ride him."
"Why--why do you give him--to me?" faltered Lucy.
All her pride and temper had vanished, and she seemed lost in blankness.
"Because you love Wildfire. An' Wildfire loves you. . . . If that isn't reason
enough--then . . . because I love him--as no rider ever loved a horse. . . .
An' I love you as no man ever loved a girl!"
Slone had never before spoken words of love to Lucy. She dropped her head. She
knew of his infatuation. But he had always been shy except once when he had
been bold, and that had caused a quarrel. With a strange pain at her breast
Lucy wondered why Slone had not spoken that way before? It made as great a
change in her as if she had been born again. It released something. A bolt
shot back in her heart. She knew she was quivering like a leaf, with no power
to control her muscles. She knew if she looked up then Slone might see the
depths of her soul.
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