“Oh, it 's easy!” said the girl, nonchalantly, “Bone and muscle—and a green country boy—with a pedigree.”
IV
As Johnston was leading his horse away, the gentleman who had fallen at the water-jump came up to him.
“I want to thank you,” he said. “I saw you pull him around.”
“I was afraid I 'd strike you,” said the other, simply.
Just then two gentlemen pushed through the crowd. One was Mr. Newby.
“Are you the owner of this horse!” he asked the young man.
“Yes, sir.” He spoke with pride.
“Dat he is de owner,” put in old Robin, who had the bridle, “an' he owns a good hoss! He got de ambition.”