It may be that Jerry's heartbeats were not quite normal just then, but no one would ever know.
They rode slowly to a point near the corner of the table, and there Bud halted the two with his lifted hand.

Bud was trembling a little--but he was smiling, too.

Eddie was frankly grinning, Jerry's face was the face of a good poker-player--it told nothing.
In a group with their backs to them stood three: Marian, Bud's mother and his father.

Bob Birnie held Boise by the bridle, and the two women were stroking the brown nose of the horse that moved uneasily, with little impatient head-tossings.
"He doesn't behave like a horse that has made the long trip he has made," Bud's mother observed admiringly.

"You must be a wonderful little horsewoman, my dear, as well as a wonderful little woman in every other way.