When this was finally accomplished to their satisfaction, they went to the picket-line to visit the pretty and high-spirited mare that had been the immediate cause of Ridge's good fortune.
"Isn't she a beauty ?" he exclaimed, walking directly up to the mare, and throwing an arm about her neck, a caress to which the animal submitted with evident pleasure.
"Yes," admitted Rollo, hesitatingly, as he stepped nimbly aside to avoid a snap of white teeth.

"I suppose she is, but she seems awfully vicious, and I can't say that she is exactly the style of horse that I most admire.

Tell you what I'll do, Norris.

I'll give her to you, seeing that you and she seem to hit it off so well.

You've won her by rights, anyhow." Ridge's face flushed.