He
ate slowly, which is no insignificant item on the credit side of the big
book of Success.
Collie lifted his broad-brimmed hat as Louise rode up. His face was
flushed. His lips were smiling, but his dark eyes were steady and grave.
"'Morning, Collie! Boyar is just bound to lope. He never can bear to have
a horse ahead of him."
"He don't have to, very often," said Collie.
"Of course, there are Kentucky saddle-horses that could beat him. But
they are not cow-ponies."
"No. And they couldn't beat him if they had to do his work in the
hills. About a week of the trails would kill a thoroughbred."
"Boyar is very conceited, aren't you, Boy?" And she patted the sleek
arch of his neck.
"I don't blame him," said Collie, his eyes twinkling.
"Going all the way to town?" asked Louise.
"Yes. Brand wants some things from the store."
"I'm going to the station. We expect a telegram from some friends. Maybe
they'll be there themselves. I hope not, though. They said they were
coming to-morrow, but would telegraph if they started sooner. We would
have to get Price's team and buckboard--and I'd be ashamed to ride
behind his horses, especially with my--my friend from the East."
"Boyar and this here buckskin colt would make a pretty fair team,"
ventured Collie, smiling to himself.
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