"Mare's Back. Twelve-thirty. Make-Way-There and Lollypop, trial horses. Stanley and Jerry know. Silvertail for me."
"Yes, Miss."
He closed the door behind him.
Silver came toward the girl slowly and took her hand.
"How are you, Boy?" he asked.
The girl laid her firm, cool little hand lightly on his and let it rest there. Her eyes were soft in his, still and steady. She felt herself surrounded by his love as by a cloud, and dwelt in it with quiet enjoyment and content.
It was a while before she answered.
"I'm all right," she said. "You're through, aren't you?"
"Yes; I'm free."
"That's right," she said. "The rest doesn't matter."