Moore evidently awaited a fresh mount.

A Mexican lad had come in out of the pasture leading several horses, one of which was the mottled white mustang that Moore rode most of the time.
Belllounds lounged forward with interest as Moore whistled, and the mustang showed his pleasure.

Manifestly he did not like the Mexican boy and he did like Moore.
"Spottie, it's drag yearlings around for you to-day," said the cowboy, as he caught the mustang.

Spottie tossed his head and stepped high until the bridle was on.

When the saddle was thrown and strapped in place the mustang showed to advantage.