He kept looking up at Starlight just like a dog does, and smiling and going on just as if he never expected to see such a good thing again as long as he lived.
'Well, Warrigal,' says Starlight, very careless like, 'so you've brought me a horse, I see.

You've been a very good boy.

Take Rainbow round the long way into the Hollow.

Look after him, whatever you do, or I'll murder you.

Not that he's done, or anything near it; but had enough for one ride, poor old man.