A pile of rocks near the racecourse.

There's a spring and good grass.

I could ride out to you just before the big race, and we'd come back, with me on Wildfire.

The crowd always stays down at the end of the racecourse.

Only the starters stay out there....
Oh, I can see Bostil when that red stallion runs into sight!" "Well, is it settled ?" queried the rider, strangely.
Lucy was startled into self-consciousness by his tone.
How strangely he must have felt.