He had a sort of odd-lookin' white eye, but a heap of them _pintos_ has got glass eyes, and so no one thought to examine his lookers very close, though it was noticed early in the game that Pinto might be lookin' one way and goin' the other, at the same time.

He'd be goin' on a keen lope, and then something or other might get on his mind, and he'd stop and untangle hisself from all kinds of ridin'.

Sometimes he'd jump and snort like he was seein' ghosts.

A feller on that horse could have roped antelopes as easy as yearlin' calves, if he could just have told which way Mr.Pinto was goin'; but he was a shore hard one to estermate.
"At last Tom, why, he suspected somethin' wasn't right with Pinto's lamps.

If you stuck out a bunch of hay at him, he couldn't bite it by about five feet.