And his eyes were piercing.
"You mean--that I ride Wildfire ?" she replied, shyly.

"Yes, if you'll let me." "I'll be proud." "You're very good....

And do you think Wildfire can beat the King ?" "I know it." "How do you ?" "I've seen both horses." "But it will be a grand race." "I reckon so.

It's likely to be the grandest ever seen.

But Wildfire will win because he's run wild all his life--an' run to kill other horses....