The thing was some forty feet or so above us and difficult to see clearly.
"I say it's a llama," Harry was saying as I stopped at his side.
"My dear boy," returned Desiree, "don't you think I know a horse when I see one?"
"When you see one, of course," said Harry sarcastically. "But who ever saw a horse with a neck like that?"
As for me, I was really interested, and I turned to the arriero for information.
"Si, senor," said Felipe, "Un caballo."
"But who carved it?"
Felipe shrugged his shoulders.
"Is it new—Spanish?"
Another shrug. I became impatient.