At the end of the four hours he allowed Mose to lay his hand on his nose, and Mose petted him and went to dinner.

Odds stood in Mose's favor as he returned to the corral.

He was covered with dust and sweat, but he was confident.

He began to speak to the horse in a gentle, firm voice.

At times the stallion faced him with head lifted, a singular look in his eyes, as though he meditated leaping upon his captor.