Silver, still in his shirt-sleeves, watched with folded arms.
"Colt foal I see," grunted the old man. "That's a little bit o' better. Four-Pound-the-Second, I suppose you'll call him."
BOOK III
SILVER MUG
CHAPTER XXI
The Berserker Colt
On the morning that Make-Way-There had done his gallop Old Mat had noted that a change was coming over Boy.
She was ceasing to be a child, and was becoming a woman.
He mentioned it to Ma.
"Time she did," said the mother quietly. "She'll be seventeen in March."