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dinner, with twelve at table. The wives of Bostil's three
friends had been helping Aunt Jane prepare the feast, and they added to
the merriment. Bostil was not much given to social intercourse—he
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would have preferred to be with his horses and riders—but this night he
outdid himself as host [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], amazed his sister Jane, who evidently thought he
drank too much, and delighted Lucy. Bostil's outward appearance and
his speech and action never reflected all the workings of his mind. No
one would ever know the depth of his bitter disappointment at the out-
come of the race. With Creech's Blue Roan out of the way, another horse [link widoczny dla zalogowanych],
swifter and more dangerous, had come along to spoil the King's chance.
Bostil felt a subtly increasing covetousness in regard to Wildfire, and this
colored all his talk and action. The upland country, vast and rangy, was
for Bostil too small to hold Sage King and Wildfire unless they both be-
longed to him. And when old Cal Blinn gave a ringing toast to Lucy,
hoping to live to see her up on Wildfire in the grand race that must be
run with the King [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], Bostil felt stir in him the birth of a subtle, bitter fear.
At first he mocked it. He—Bostil—afraid to race! It was a lie of the ex-
cited mind. He repudiatedyilai:
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