In a few words Mabel complied.
“You are a brave girl,” Shirley told her. “Gabriel might have killed you when you entered his stall.”
“No, he wouldn’t do that,” was Mabel’s reply. “We had already become friends.”
She rose, walked over to the big horse and threw her arms about his neck. Gabriel submitted to the caress.
“Well,” said Mr. Willing, “let’s get back to the hotel.”
Shirley led Gabriel back to his stall, and leaving Leonard once more on guard, the others set out for their hotel.
CHAPTER XXVIII.—THE JOCKEY.
It was the day of the great race.
Shirley jumped out of bed eagerly, and shook Mabel, who was still sleeping soundly.
“Mabel! Mabel!” she called.