He's the fastest, the best climber, and the best dispositioned horse on the range.
"But I guess I can let you have him," he continued, when he saw my disappointed face.
"By George!" exclaimed Jones.

"You've got it on us this time." "Would you like to trade ?" asked Wallace, as his sorrel tried to bite him.

"That black looks sort of fierce." I led my prize out of the corral, up to the little cabin nearby, where I tied him, and proceeded to get acquainted after a fashion of my own.
Though not versed in horse-lore, I knew that half the battle was to win his confidence.

I smoothed his silky coat, and patted him, and then surreptitiously slipped a lump of sugar from my pocket.

This sugar, which I had purloined in Flagstaff, and carried all the way across the desert, was somewhat disreputably soiled, and Satan sniffed at it disdainfully.