He pranced sideways a little and shook his head up and down in an effort to regain his former temper, but that iron hand kept his nose down, now, and that quiet voice sounded above him--no cursing, no raking of sharp spurs to torture his tender flanks, no whir of the quirt, but a calm voice of authority and understanding.

Red Pete broke into an easy canter and in this fashion they came up to Morgan in the road.

Red Pete snorted and started to shy, for he recognized the clumsy, bouncing weight which had insulted his back not long before; but this quiet voiced master reassured him, and he came to a halt.
"That red devil has cost me a hundred bones and all the skin on my knees," groaned Morgan, "and I can hardly walk.

Damn his eyes.

But say, Dan"-- and his eyes glowed with an admiration which made him momentarily forget his pains--"that was some circus stunt you done down the road there--that changin' of saddles on the run, I never seen the equal of it!" "If you got hurt in the fall," said Dan quietly, overlooking the latter part of the speech, "why don't you climb onto Satan.