12/23 The young man stood gaping with wonder. Her black eyes flashed imperiously at Dexter Beers. Her small brown hand held the halter of the old white with a grasp like steel. "'Fraid you'll get run away with. Better take another." "Isn't this horse the fastest you've got on a short stretch ?" "S'pose he is, but I dunno 'bout a woman's drivin' of him." Madelon looked as if she were half minded to spring upon the back of the old white and settle the matter summarily. |