Carley had not yet discovered any objection on his part to do as she wanted him to.

He liked what she liked, and most of all he liked to go.

His color resembled a pattern of calico, and in accordance with Western ways his name was therefore Calico.

Left to choose his own gait, Calico always dropped into a gentle pace which was so easy and comfortable and swinging that Carley never tired of it.

Moreover, he did not shy at things lying in the road or rabbits darting from bushes or at the upwhirring of birds.