“Don’t want your old horse, he’s too full of lead,” said Blair.
“Then I’ll bet you his horse.”
“It’s a good one,” said Jacquelin from his place on the lounge. “Blood-bay, with three white feet and a blaze on his nose.”
“He’s mine,” asserted Steve with a nod of his head.
“How will you get it?” asked Blair.
“Steve knows several ways of getting horses,” laughed one of the other young men.
“Shut up, you fool,” telegraphed Steve with his lips, glancing quickly at Miss Thomasia, who was beaming on him with kindly eyes.
It is surprising what little things have influence. That sudden flash, with the firmer lines which came for a second in the young girl’s face, did more to bind the young men to her footstool than all the fun and gayety she had shown.
The men were not so unanimous on the point touching the exclusion of the officers. Most of them agreed with the ladies, but one or two were inclined to the other side.