The long awaited moment had come for action.

To his whispered word, Mercedes fluttered promptly forth through the shadowed doorway, and pressed her face lovingly against the pony's quickly uplifted nose.
"See," she whispered, patting Brown's brawny arm even while she continued toying playfully with the silken mane, "he know me, he lofe me.

He bettah as any man, for he nevah tell lie,--nevah,--only be nice all de time.

He ride me till he drop dead, swift, quick, like de bird fly.

So I make eet all right, senor.