"My enthusiasm breaks out when I see beautiful things.

I can hardly restrain myself." "We will unsaddle and camp.

Our horses are tired, and need food and drink," was all that the Texan said.
And he at once unloaded the pack-horse, and unsaddled his mustang.
Pond, becoming more handy, now did the same for Black Hawk, who seemed to take quite a fancy to his new master, curving his back proudly under his caressing touch.
"Shall I picket him, as we did at the last camp ?" asked Pond, when he had unsaddled his horse.
"No, let him go with mine.

They have been together long enough to mate, and they'll feed peaceably in company.

Mine will never stray or stampede, and the other will not go off alone." The simple camp was soon fixed; and as they had cooked meat left, and biscuit, with plenty of water to drink, both agreed that there was no necessity to build any fire.
"The smell of smoke might reach some sharp-nosed scout over there," said the Texan, "for the wind blows that way.