Please--please take all you can pack away from here.

I'll make a bundle for you, which you mustn't open till you're in your valley.

How I'd like to see it! To judge by you and Wrangle, how wild it must be!" Jane walked down into the outer court and approached the sorrel.
Upstarting, he laid back his ears and eyed her.
"Wrangle--dear old Wrangle," she said, and put a caressing hand on his matted mane.

"Oh, he's wild, but he knows me! Bern, can he run as fast as ever ?" "Run?
Jane, he's done sixty miles since last night at dark, and I could make him kill Black Star right now in a ten-mile race." "He never could," protested Jane.

"He couldn't even if he was fresh." "I reckon mebbe the best hoss'll prove himself yet," said Lassiter, "an', Jane, if it ever comes to that race I'd like you to be on Wrangle." "I'd like that, too," rejoined Venters.