"There's only one person he will gallop for—certain," he said.
Boy looked away.
"Who's that?" nonchalantly.
Joses bowed and smirked and became very gallant.
Flattery never moved the girl to anything but resentment.
"Thank you," she said.
"Pity you can't," pursued the other.
"Yes," she said. "I should have liked the ride."
His roaming eye settled on her.
"You'd have won, too," he said with assurance.