But, of course, if you don't believe what I say, there's no use tellin' you this story at all." "Oh, go on, go on," McKinney spoke up, "don't pay no attention to Doc." "Well," Curly resumed, "that there horse was knowed constant on this range for over three years.

He was a outlaw, with cream mane and tail, and a _pinto_ map of Europe, Asia, and Africa wrote all over his ribs.
Run?
Why, that horse could run down a coyote as a moral pastime.

We used him to catch jack rabbits with between meals.

It wasn't no trouble for him to _run_.

The trouble was to tell when he was goin' to _stop_ runnin'.