And Kyle did see. His eye kindled as he watched the glorious creature in the sun.
"By jinks! He's all right. He's better than Blazing Star."
"Not on your life!" said Jim, with sudden heat, "but he's what you are after."
They walked casually up to the young rider. Kyle began:
"Say, young fellow, is that horse for sale?"
"Yo' the fo'th pah'ty to-day to ask that," was the softly cooed answer. "No, he ain't fo' sale."
"Looks to me like a Kentucky blood," said Kyle. "Are you going to keep him in this country or ride him back?"
"Wall, I'm h'yah to stay, and I guess he stays with me."
"What are you going to feed him on? You can't get timothy or beans or oats out here. He couldn't keep up on prairie hay; and, if you did try it, he'd get the loco weed."
This was a good shot and the rider had no ready answer, so Kyle continued. "How old is he?"