But there was pride in his glance.
"I know I can." "You never had any use for Sage King," said Bostil, as if he had been wronged.
"I love the King a little, and hate him a lot," laughed Lucy.
"Wal, I might let you ride at thet, if Van ain't in shape," rejoined her father.
"I wouldn't ride him in the race.

But I'll keep him in fine fettle." "I'll bet you'd like to see Sarch beat him," said Bostil, jealously.
"Sure I would," replied Lucy, teasingly.

"But, Dad, I'm afraid Sarch never will beat him." Bostil grunted.

"See here.

I don't want any weight up on the King.