Then he turned and came towards them at a long, swinging walk that was a joy to behold.
"Do you know, I hate the way nature's trimmed down the life of a horse to a few measly years," said Dade.

"A good horse you can love like a human--and fifteen years is about as long as he can expect to live and amount to anything.

Surry's four now, by his teeth.

In fifteen years I'll still be at my best; I'll want that horse like the very devil; and he'll be dead of old age, if he lasts that long.

And a turtle," he added resentfully after a pause, "lives hundreds of years, just because the darned things aren't any good on earth!" "Trade him for a camel," drawled Jack unsympathetically.