"That's your horse, Mr. Gilroy?"
"Yes."
"I saw the 'G' on the left shoulder."
"You mean the near shoulder; a horse hasn't a left."
"No? I'm not well up in horses. What's his name?"
"Hard Times."
"That's good! I like his looks, too—not that I know anything about horses."
Here Sanderson whispered something to Gilroy, who said carelessly to Engelhardt:
"Can you ride?"