So that's the trouble.

Well, Wildfire won't be mine when you ride the race." "What do you mean ?" demanded Lucy.

"You'll sell him to Bostil....

Bah! you couldn't ..." "Sell Wildfire!--after what it cost me to catch an' break him?
...

Not for all your father's lands an' horses an' money!" Slone's voice rolled out with deep, ringing scorn.