Crane remembered his own suspicion as to Lucretia's rider, but he only said, "Well?"
All at once he remembered that the face of Lauzanne's rider had a dream-like familiarity.
A "bronch fighter" is not more jealous of his sweetheart than of his reputation as a rider.
The industry and movements of the rider were not less remarkable than those of the ridden.
In an instant horse ...