Mr. Kurtz into an inclosure where were several horses.
"There," said Mr. Kurtz, "I have several as fine specimens of horseflesh as you ever saw."
They were indeed fine animals, but one in particular attracted Jack's attention. He pointed out the horse and Mr. Kurtz said, "That's Clicker, my woman's saddle horse."
At the sound of his name, Clicker pricked up his ears and whinnied.
"Your wife's saddle horse!" Jack repeated in astonishment.
"Sartin," returned Mr. Kurtz, and chirruped softly to the animal which trotted gracefully up to him, rubbing his velvety nose on the old man's arm.
The horse was a light bay, fully sixteen hands high, magnificently muscled, broad forehead, intelligent eye, gracefully arched neck and luxuriant mane and tail.
Jack, a real lover of horses, took in all these good points at a glance and determined to own him if money could buy.
