So Haw-Haw sighed.
"Mac," he whispered, "has it got to be done?
Ain't there any other way?
I've seen that hoss.

When the sun hits him it sets him on fire, he's that sleek.

And his legs is like drawn-iron, they're that fine.

And he's got a head that's finer than a man's head, Mac." "I've seen him close enough," answered Mac Strann grimly.

"An' I've follered him for a day and a half, damn near.