You couldn't tire him, and he was just the same the end of the day as the beginning.

If he hadn't fallen into Starlight's hands as a colt he'd have been a second-class racehorse, and wore out his life among touts and ringmen.

He was better where he was.
Off we went; what a ride we had that night! Just as well we'd fed and rested before we started, else we should never have held out.

All that night long we had to go, and keep going.

A deal of the road was rough--near the Shoalhaven country, across awful deep gullies with a regular climb-up the other side, like the side of a house.