The wranglers lay out night after night watching.

When the mustangs came to drink--which was always after dark--the gates would be closed on them.

But the trick had never even been tried on the White Mustang, for the simple reason that he never approached one of these traps.
"Boys," said Jones, "seeing we need breaking in, we'll give the White Mustang a little run." This was most pleasurable news, for the wild horses fascinated me.
Besides, I saw from the expression on our leader's face that an uncapturable mustang was an object of interest for him.
Wallace and I had employed the last few warm sunny afternoons in riding up and down the valley, below Oak, where there was a fine, level stretch.

Here I wore out my soreness of muscle, and gradually overcame my awkwardness in the saddle.

Frank's remedy of maple sugar and red pepper had rid me of my cold, and with the return of strength, and the coming of confidence, full, joyous appreciation of wild environment and life made me unspeakably happy.