"The horses know me, and my voice," said the child, coming out into the light.

There's no reason to stop there; the horse knows that.

The horses would know I was awake and they were not alone.

How can the horse know where you want to go?

For God's sake, she's so little the horse wouldn't even know if she was there or not.

He had no idea where she was, but the horse knew.

It was no great trick, for the horses had known him all their lives.

The horse knew the way, whether the driver was sure of it or not.

In practice, the horse knew, twenty-four hours was usually about its lot.

It seemed as if the horse knew what was the matter.