"I owe you something, Mr. Law, and a horse more or less
means very little to me."
He yielded; he could not possibly continue his resistance, and in
his happy face Alaire took her reward.
The mare meanwhile was doubtfully nosing her new master, deciding
whether or not she liked him; but when he offered her a cube of
sugar her uncertainties disappeared and they became friends then
and there. He talked to her, too, in a way that would have won any
female heart, and it was plain to any one who knew horses that she
began to consider him wholly delightful. Now, Montrosa was a sad
coquette, but this man seemed to say, "Rosa, you rogue, if you try
your airs with me I will out-flirt you." Who could resist such a
person? Why, the touch of his hands was positively thrilling. He
was gentle, but masterful, and--he had a delicious smell. Rosa
felt that she understood him perfectly, and was enraptured to
discover that he understood her. There was some satisfaction in
knowing such a man.
"You DO speak their language," Alaire said, after she had watched
them for a few minutes. "You have bewitched the creature." Dave
nodded silently, and his face was young.
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