In turn the lad once more examined the horses he had chosen, then added to them enough to make up their allotment.
“Stacy, you are quite sure you want the black?” he questioned.
The fat boy nodded.
54“He has a slight ringbone,” Tad informed him.
“All the better.”
“Why do you say that? I never knew that a ringbone increased the value of a horse.”
“A horse that wears rings must be a pretty classy horse,” replied the fat boy. “Me for the horse with the jewelry. Put a pair of natty boots on him and there you have an outfit that would make a Mexican part with his spurs.”
“Pshaw!” grunted Ned. “Very fancy, but not much good for real work.”
“Stacy doesn’t mean that,” answered Tad with a tolerant smile.
“Yes, I do mean it.”