But I won't sell Wildfire," replied Slone, doggedly.
"Wal, I'd never wasted my breath tellin' you all this if I hadn't figgered
about Lucy. You've got her to think of."
Slone turned on Holley passionately. "You keep hintin' there's a hope for me,
when I know there's none!"
"You're only a boy," replied Holley. "Son, where there's life there's hope. I
ain't a-goin' to tell you agin thet I know Lucy Bostil."
Slone could not stand nor walk nor keep still. He was shaking from head to
foot.
"Wildfire's not mine to sell. He's Lucy's!" confessed Slone.
"The devil you say!" ejaculated Holley, and he nearly dropped his pipe.
"I gave Wildfire to her. She accepted him. It was DONE. Then--then I lost my
head an' made her mad. . . . An'--she said she'd ride him in the race, but
wouldn't keep him. But he IS hers."
"Oho! I see. Slone, I was goin' to advise you to sell Wildfire--all on
account of Lucy. You're young an' you'd have a big start in life if you would.
But Lucy's your girl an' you give her the hoss. .
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