Still, he kept an eye on Lorraine, and he did not turn his back to her.

Lorraine looked over to where Snake, too exhausted to eat, stood with drooping head and all four legs braced like sticks under him.

It flashed across her mind that not even her old director would order her to make a run for that horse and try to get away on him.

Snake looked as if he would never move from that position until he toppled over.
Al pulled the bridle off Skinner, gave him a half-affectionate slap on the rump, and watched him go off, switching his tail and nosing the ground for a likable place to roll.

Al's glance went on to Snake, and from him to Lorraine.
"You sure do know how to ride hell out of a horse," he remarked.