Jasper arrived quite soon. Mr. Walker had got everything prepared. He held the leash of a mare, handing it to Jasper, “This one is yours. The race will begin at any minute.”

This mare couldn’t even hold a candle to Linford’s. Cristelle was not an expert, but she could tell at first glance. She stared at Mr. Walker, “We know how to pick our horse. You don’t need to worry about this, Mr. Walker.”

And then, she took Jasper to the stable. Cristelle picked one of the most vigorous ...