Same time he must be good to look at, sound, and fit in every respect.

I've already bought one this morning, a devilish pretty little mare, on Sile Pine's say-so that she was gentle, but after a slight though very trying experience, I'm afraid a bronco-buster's ideas of gentleness and mine don't exactly agree." "Why?
Did she throw you ?" asked Ridge.
"Well, she didn't exactly throw me.

I was merely projected about a thousand yards as though from a dynamite-gun, and then the brute tried to chew me up.

You see she's a Mexican--what Mark Twain would call a 'genuine Mexican plug'-- and doesn't seem to sabe United States; for when I began to reason with her she simply went wild.

I left her tearing through the camp like a steam-cyclone, and if we find anything at all to show where it was located, it is more than I hope for.