That old white won't stan' a woman in the stall.

Whoa, there! whoa, darn ye! Stan' still!" "Hullo, what ye doin' of ?" demanded Dexter Beers, coming up.
Madelon calmly backed the horse out of his stall.

"I want to hire this horse," said she, holding his halter with a firm hand.
"That horse ?" "Yes.

I'll pay you whatever you ask." Dexter Beers stared at her and the horse dubiously.

"Jest as soon set a woman to drivin' the devil as that old white," volunteered the man who was cleaning the bay.