"Which one?"
She nodded up the hill.
"The one you share with me."
He laughed his resounding laughter.
"I'll sell you my share," he said.
"I won't buy," she answered firmly.
"Very well. Then I'll sell to Jaggers."
Boy tapped Silvertail with such an increase of emphasis that the old mare snatched resentfully at her bit.
"You won't," she cried with the old fierce, girlish note in her voice which so delighted him.
"After he's won the National," continued the young man calmly.