Day by day his longing for the "high country" grew.
At the first favorable moment he turned to the task of subduing the splendid bay horse for which he had traded his gentle Jack.

One Sunday, when he had a few hours off, Mose went to Alf, the chief "roper," and asked him to help him catch "Kintuck," as Reynolds called the bay.
"All right," said Alf; "I'll tie him up in a jiffy." "Can you get him without marking him all up ?" "I don't believe it.

He's going to thrash around like h--l a-blazin'; we'll have to choke him down." Mose shook his head.

"I can't stand that.

I s'pose it'll skin his fetlocks if you get him by the feet." "Oh, it may, may not; depends on how he struggles." Mose refused to allow his shining, proud-necked stallion to be roped and thrown, and asked the boys to help drive him into a strong corral, together with five or six other horses.