But never a wild horse ?" "No." "A fine horse," replied the rider.

"Of course he can run ?" This last held a note of a rider's jealousy.
Lucy laughed.

"Run! ...

The King is Bostil's favorite.

He can run away from any horse in the uplands." "I'll bet you Wildfire can beat him," replied the rider, with a dark glance.
"Come on!" cried Lucy, daringly.
Then the rider and girl looked more earnestly at each other.