They're all entered and they are sure to win.

There's nothing to touch them and when they breeze across the finish I imagine every ranch owner present will want to bid for them.

That would put them above my reach and I can only pray that the miracle will happen--a horse may turn up to beat them.

I made inquiries and I was told that the best prospect was Manuel Cordova's Alcatraz.

So I've come with high hopes, Senor Cordova, and I'll appreciate it greatly if you'll let me see your champion." "Look till the heart is content, senorita," replied the Mexican, and he extended a slim, lazy hand towards the drowsing stallion.
"But," cried the girl, "I was told of a real runner--" She squinted critically at the faded chestnut.