Then, because someone shouted a question three inches from his ear, Bud turned and laughed as he faced them.
"Why, sure he's from running stock! I never said he wasn't--because none of you make-believe horsemen had sense enough to see the speed in him and get curious.

You bush-racers never saw a real race-horse before, I guess.

They aren't always pretty to look at, you know.

Sunfish has all the earmarks of speed if you know how to look for them.

He's thoroughbred; sired by Trump, out of Kansas Chippy--if that means anything to you fellows." He looked them over, eyes meeting eyes until his glance rested on Jeff Hall.