″‘Why were you so late?’ Sara asked Willie.
‘I was watching the wild horse from Sable Island unloading. It’s a terrible thing to make wild horses go down the pits.‘”
“All the same, he couldn’t keep away from the Sable Island horses. They were being trained in a paddock down by the waterfront. Willie ran there after school, whistling all the way, his pockets filled with wild apples.”