All daid black, isn't he, except that white face?
What's his name, dad?
"I forgot to ask," replied Jorth, as he began unsaddling his own horse.
"Slater, what's this heah black's name ?" The lanky giant grinned.

"I reckon it was Spades." "Spades ?" ejaculated Ellen, blankly.

"What a name! ...

Well, I guess it's as good as any.

He's shore black." "Ellen, keep him hobbled when you're not ridin' him," was her father's parting advice as he walked off with the stranger.
Spades was wet and dusty and his satiny skin quivered.