Slone did not expect the horse to go far, considering that the grass thereabouts was good.
But in a wild-horse country it was not safe to give any horse a chance.
The call of his wild brethren was irresistible.

Slone, however, found the mustang standing quietly in a clump of cedars, and, removing the hobbles, he mounted and rode back to camp.

Nagger caught sight of him and came at his call.
This horse Nagger appeared as unique in his class as Slone was rare among riders.

Nagger seemed of several colors, though black predominated.

His coat was shaggy, almost woolly, like that of a sheep.
He was huge, raw-boned, knotty, long of body and long of leg, with the head of a war charger.