Besides, there's another reason why I mustn't lose them.

You go to the stables.

Go with Jerd every day when he runs the horses, and don't let them out of your sight.

If you would please me--win my gratitude, guard my black racers." When Blake had mounted and ridden out of the court Lassiter regarded Jane with the smile that was becoming rarer as the days sped by.
"'Pears to me, as Blake says, you do put some store on them hosses.

Now I ain't gainsayin' that the Arabians are the handsomest hosses I ever seen.