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and she affectionately patted the horse 's glossy neck . Reynolds watched the girl with deep admiration . He felt that her words were no mere idle boast , and he longed to see an exhibition of her skilful riding . At noon they stopped by the side of a little stream which flowed out from under the Golden Crest , and ate their luncheon . `` We shall have a great dinner to-night , '' Weston informed them . `` We must do honor to such an occasion as this . '' `` And if we can find Frontier Samson , all the merrier , '' Reynolds replied .