He heard the hum and clang of an electric car off through a chestnut grove.
But Andrew, with the chestnut running like a red flash beneath him, had vanished.
I'll trade this chestnut—and he's a fine traveler—with a good price to boot.
Reginald, having finished his chestnut, squeaked for another.
With my tomahawk I cut a mark in that chestnut yonder and buried my weapon at the foot of it.
Didn't beat—what the hell—didn't the Chestnut get the verdict?
An' if it wasn't fer Miss Allis it's a pity you couldn't a-sold him the Chestnut.
Soon the Chestnut's head showed past his elbow, and they were both lapped on the Black.
"I'm afraid the Chestnut's a bad actor," Dixon said to Allis, after the race.
If you win on the Chestnut, like as not they'll just give you the winnin' mount.