Why, he loves that mare like she was his sister.

He'd fight like a flash rather than see another man ride her." But Bill Gregg had his eyes on the bay, and the sight of her was stealing his reason.

He knew, as well as he knew that he was a man, that, once in the saddle on her, he would be sure to win.

Nothing could stop him.

And straight through the restraining circle he broke with a groan of anxiety.
Only the old man who had been the spokesman called after him: "Gregg, don't be a fool.