There, his attention was specially attracted by two young men who were waging a controversy with energy, but without acrimony.
"I tell you, James," said one, who was noticeable for his great shock of fair hair and his blazing red face, "that at two miles Blenheim is unbeatable." "Unbeatable he may be, Walter," said the other, "but there is no horse so good that there isn't a better.

Blenheim, I grant you, is a splendid three year old, but my Cressy is just about twenty yards swifter in two miles.

There is not another such colt in all Virginia, and it gives me great pride to be his owner." The other laughed, a soft drawling laugh, but it was touched with incredulity.
"You're a vain man, James," he said, "not vain for yourself, but vain for your sorrel colt." "I admit my vanity, Walter, but it rests upon a just basis.

Cressy, I repeat, is the best three year old in Virginia, which of course means the best in all the colonies, and I have a thousand weight of prime tobacco to prove it." "My plantation grows good tobacco too, James, and I also have a thousand weight of prime leaf which talks back to your thousand weight, and tells it that Cressy is the second best three year old in Virginia, not the best." "Done.

Nothing is left but to arrange the time." Both at this moment noticed Robert, who was sitting not far away, and they hailed him with glad voices.