"He gets work every day," VB answered.
"Work? Don't tell me you work that animal!"
The young chap nodded. "Yes; he works right along."
The Captain snorted loudly and tore away in a proud circle of the corral, as though to flaunt his graces.
"Oh, daddy, it took a man to break that animal!" the girl breathed.
The bronze of VB's face darkened, then paled. He turned a steady look on the sunny-haired woman, and the full thanks that swelled in his throat almost found words. He wanted to cry out to her, to tell her what such things meant; for she was of his sort, highly bred, capable of understanding. And he found himself thinking: "You are! You are! You're as I thought you must be!"
Then he felt Thorpe's gaze and turned to meet it, a trifle guiltily.
"Yours?" the man asked.
"Mine."
Thorpe turned back to the Captain. Gail drew a quick breath and turned away from him—to the man.