Tomaso's brother knew far better than did Johnny all the rules of commerce.

Johnny's clumsy attempt to depreciate what he wanted very much to buy merely convinced Tomaso's brother of the extreme youthfulness of Johnny.
"Well, I might as well give her the once-over, now I'm here," Johnny added with a fine air of indifference, and urged Sandy into a trot.
Now Sandy had discovered the secret hangar for Johnny without having the slightest imagining of the use which Johnny hoped to make of it.

That he should ever have to face a thing like this was beyond his most fevered imagination.

He had been a tired, sweaty, head-hanging horse when he started down the slope.

He had trotted along with his half-closed eyes on the ground before him, picking the smoothest path for his desert-weary feet.