Whitley made one leap, seized him by the bit in his mighty grasp and hurled him back on his haunches, where he held him until fear was gone from him.
"It was partly strength and partly sleight of hand, a trick that I learned in the cavalry," he said to Dick as they put on their shoes.
"I got tired of lumberin' an' I wandered out west, where I served three years on horseback in the regular army, fightin' the Indians.

Good fighters they are, too.

Mighty hard to put your hand on 'em.

Now they're there an' now they ain't.

Now you see 'em before you, an' then they're behind you aimin' a tomahawk at your head.