She passed them by with sharp glances.
A man whose face was purplish red with cold was out in the rear of the stable, rubbing down a restive bay with loud "whoas," and now and then a stronger word and a hard twitch at the halter.

He looked curiously at Madelon as she walked up to one of the stalls.
"Better look out for them heels!" he called out, as she drew nearer.
She paid no heed, but went straight into the stall, untied the horse, and began to back him out.

"Hi, there!" the man shouted, and Dexter Beers and the young man came hurrying up.

"Better look out for that gal--I believe she's gone crazy!" he called out.

"I can't leave this darned beast--she'll get kicked to death if she don't look out.