The next day I loaned the animal to the Clerk of the House to go down to the Dana silver mine, six miles, and he walked back for exercise, and got the horse towed.
Everybody I loaned him to always walked back; they never could get enough exercise any other way.
Still, I continued to loan him to anybody who was willing to borrow him, my idea being to get him crippled, and throw him on the borrower's hands, or killed, and make the borrower pay for him.

But somehow nothing ever happened to him.

He took chances that no other horse ever took and survived, but he always came out safe.

It was his daily habit to try experiments that had always before been considered impossible, but he always got through.

Sometimes he miscalculated a little, and did not get his rider through intact, but he always got through himself.