It was a white stallion.' 'Ay, so it was.

A white Arab stallion.

But thou didst write "bay mare" to me.' 'Who cares to tell truth to a letter-writer ?' Kim answered, feeling Mahbub's palm on his heart.
'Hi! Mahbub, you old villain, pull up!' cried a voice, and an Englishman raced alongside on a little polo-pony.

'I've been chasing you half over the country.

That Kabuli of yours can go.