He set himself to his work as steadily as though he were twenty years old.

For miles he traveled on in a long, swinging walk, putting his feet down carefully and firmly.

And Ralph found the spirit of the colt entering into himself.

He cut the snow-storm with his face, and felt a sense of triumph over all his difficulties.

The bulldog's jaws had been his teacher, and now the steady, strong, and conscientious legs of the roan inspired him.
Shocky had not spoken.