She raised her lips, and he laid his own upon them.
"Again," she said with closed eyes.
His own drank in her face.
"You've been a patient old man," she whispered.
"It was worth it," he answered.
"I'll make it so," she said. "Please God!" she added with delightful inconsequence. "I'm glad you didn't bet."
The great brown horse turned his head and breathed on them.
Boy disengaged, patting her hair. "I'm glad you didn't bet," she repeated.
"We shall have enough to farm on without that," he said. "And to breed a few 'chasers."
Her hand was moving up and down the horse's smooth, hard neck.