Nothing ever hurried or excited Holley.
"Wal, can't you see any better 'n me?" queried Bostil, eagerly.
"Come on, Holl, give us a tip before she gits to the post," spoke up a rider.
Cordts showed intense eagerness, and all the group were excited. Lucy's
advent, on an unknown horse that even her father could not disparage, was the
last and unexpected addition to the suspense. They all knew that if the horse
was fast Lucy would be dangerous.
Holley at last spoke: "She's up on a wild stallion. He's red, like fire. He's
mighty big--strong. Looks as if he didn't want to go near the bunch. Lord!
what action! . . . Bostil, I'd say--a great hoss!"
There was a moment's intense silence in the group round Bostil. Holley was
never known to mistake a horse or to be extravagant in judgment or praise.
"A wild stallion!" echoed Bostil. "A-huh! An' she calls him Wildfire. Where'd
she get him? . . . Gimme thet glass."
But all Bostil could make out was a blur. His eyes were wet. He realized now
that his first sight of Lucy on the strange horse had been clear and strong,
and it was that which had dimmed his eyes.
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