When the shoeing operation had been neatly and quickly attended to and Baldy released from his uncomfortable position he struggled to his feet with heavy breaths, shook himself, and looked at his master.
"How'd you like being hog-tied ?" queried his conqueror, rubbing Baldy's nose.

"Now, after this you'll have some manners." Old Baldy seemed to understand, for he looked sheepish, and lapsed once more into his listless, lazy unconcern.
"Where's Jim's old cayuse, the pack-horse ?" asked our leader.
"Lost.

Couldn't find him this morning, an' had a deuce of a time findin' the rest of the bunch.

Old Baldy was cute.

He hid in a bunch of pinyons an' stood quiet so his bell wouldn't ring.