“That's what he's worth,” said the other with a laugh.
They went to see the horses, which were housed in a palace of their own. There were innumerable rows of stalls, and a running track and endless acres of inclosures. “Why do you have so many horses?” asked Samuel.
“Father ran a stock farm,” said the other. “I don't have much time to give to it myself.”
“But who rides the horses?” asked Samuel.
“Well, I go in for sport,” replied Lockman. “I'm supposed to be quite a dab at polo.”
“I see,” said the boy—though to tell the truth he did not see at all, not having the least idea what polo was.
“If you're interested in horses, I'll have them find you something to do here,” Lockman went on.
“Oh, thank you,” said the boy with a thrill. “That will be fine!”
He could have spent all day in gazing at the marvels of this place, but his host was tired now and started back to the house. “It's lunch time,” he said. “Perhaps you are hungry again!”
They came out upon the piazza and sat down. And then suddenly they heard a clatter of hoofs and looked up. “Hello!” exclaimed the host. “Here's Glad!”