Race Horse Holiday - PB
NoteThis is a USED book
We waited. The night was full of a thick velvety quiet that wasn't silence. There was the occasional stamp and scrape from the stable as horses got up or lay down.Time passed very slowly, and I began to imagine hunched figures creeping down the shadow by the loose boxes. I had begun to believe in the horse doper again.
Then, suddenly, the noise began! We grabbed our mallets and ran across the yard ...