How strange he was! "I'll water the horses--then tie Wildfire here on a double rope.
There's grass." "But you can't lead him," replied the rider.
"He'll follow me." "That red devil!" The rider shuddered as he spoke.
Lucy had some faint inkling of what a terrible fight that had been between man and horse.

"Yes; when I found him he was broken.

Look at him now." But the rider did not appear to want to see the stallion.

He gazed up at Lucy, and she saw something in his eyes that made her think of a child.

She left him, had no trouble in watering the horses, and haltered Wildfire among the willows on a patch of grass.