Having coiled the rope neatly out of the way, while the broncho stood with drooping head but with a dull red flame in his eyes, Mose flung the rein over the pony's head.

Then pinto woke up.

With a mighty sidewise bound he attempted to leave his rider, but Mose, studiedly imperturbable, with left hand holding the reins and right hand grasping the pommel, went with him as if that were the ordinary way of mounting.

Immense power was in the stiff-legged leaping of the beast.
His body seemed a ball of coiled steel springs.

His "watch-eye" rolled in frenzy.