"There he is!" said the girl. "By the wood," and called him.
The yearling came, trotting proudly at first, and then breaking into an ungainly gallop. A gawky creature, with a coat like a bear's, he moved with the awkward grace of a puppy, slithering and slipping in the mud, yet always recovering himself with surprising speed and precision.
Boy dismounted, and Silver followed her example.
She held out her hand toward the colt.
"Come on, the boy!" she cooed. "Billy Bluff's not here to rag you."
The colt came delicately with outstretched neck and wide nostrils, fearing for his liberty, yet poking out his nose toward the extended palm on which there lay a piece of bread.
"Looks as if he might make into something, don't you think?" said the girl. "Lots of bone."
"What colour's he going to be?" asked the young man.
"Black-brown with bay points. Black-and-tan, mother calls him."
"Black-and-tan," said the young man. "That's Berserk, isn't it?"