Now I've been some scared of your dignity, like when the other night you was all in white but in this rig--" Black Star came pounding into the court, dragging Jerd half off his feet, and he whistled at Lassiter's black.

But at sight of Jane all his defiant lines seemed to soften, and with tosses of his beautiful head he whipped his bridle.
"Down, Black Star, down," said Jane.
He dropped his head, and, slowly lengthening, he bent one foreleg, then the other, and sank to his knees.

Jane slipped her left foot in the stirrup, swung lightly into the saddle, and Black Star rose with a ringing stamp.

It was not easy for Jane to hold him to a canter through the grove, and like the wind he broke when he saw the sage.

Jane let him have a couple of miles of free running on the open trail, and then she coaxed him in and waited for her companion.