klingwalla

Updated: May 24, 2025

The most that we could argue was that the horse in some way had thrown his rider, and that the fall had proved fatal; and that perhaps some wandering negro had committed the theft. These conclusions were the next day bad for the horse Satan, whom I whipped and spurred, and rode till he trembled, meting out to him what had been given old Klingwalla, his sire, for another murdering deed like this.

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"I did not know his like existed in this country." "As well in this as in any country," said I tartly. He smiled at this. "You know his breeding?" "Klingwalla out of Bonnie Waters." "No wonder he's vicious," said the stranger, calmly. "Ah, you know something of the English strains," said I. He shrugged his shoulders. "As much as that," he commented indifferently.

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This was my first witnessing of that half uncanny power by which he seemed to win all things to his purposes. I admired him, yet did not like him, when he swung carelessly down and handed me the reins. "He's a grand one," he said easily, "but not so difficult to ride as old Klingwalla.

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"Just for the sake of saying you have done so?" I inquired. His face changed swiftly as he answered: "We owned Klingwalla ourselves back home. He broke a leg for my father, and was near killing him." "Sir," I said to him, catching his thought quickly, "we could not afford to have the horse injured, but if you wish to ride him fair or be beaten by him fair, you are welcome to the chance."

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I'll stake you anything you like against him a thousand pounds, if you like." "The odds must be even," I said, "and the only question is as to the worth of the horse. That you may not think I overvalue him, however, make it half that sum, or less, if these gentlemen think the horse has not that value." "A son of old Klingwalla is worth three times that," insisted Orme.

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Now, I could not clear it to my mind how a minister of the gospel might take so keen and swift an interest in a stranger in the street, and that stranger's horse. I expressed to him something of my surprise. "It's of no importance," said he again. "What seems to me of most importance just at present is that here's a son of old Klingwalla, and that I want to ride him."

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