"But I guess the walkin' ain't all taken up." Good Indian regarded him frowningly, gave a little snort, and turned away.

Donny in that mood was not to be easily placated, and certainly not to be ignored.

He went over to the little flat, and selected Jack's horse, saddled him, and discovered that it had certain well-defined race prejudices, and would not let Peppajee put foot to the stirrup.

Keno he knew would be no more tractable, so that he finally slapped Jack's saddle on Huckleberry, and so got Peppajee mounted and headed toward camp.
"You tell Jack I borrowed his saddle and Huckleberry," he called out to the drooping little figure on the rock.

"But I'll get back before they want to go home." But Donny was glooming over his wrongs, and neither heard nor wanted to hear.