They're from some of Mr.Maxwell's best thoroughbred mares, and their sire was Earl of Atheling, imported.

He was here for a year.' 'Well, they might look the real thing,' said Jim, his eyes brightening as he gazed at them.

'I'd like to have that dark bay colt with the star.
My word, what a forehand he's got; and what quarters, too.

If he can't gallop I'll never say I know a horse from a poley cow.' 'You shall have him, or as good, never fear, if you stick to your work,' says father.

'You mustn't cross Starlight, for he's a born devil when he's taken the wrong way, though he talks so soft.