He galloped on three legs and waltzed like a circus horse.

He seemed to know exactly what his master said to him.
A man with a big red beard came up to Mose as he rode off the track and said: "What'll you take for that horse ?" Mose gave him a savage glance.

"He ain't for sale." The broncho-busting contest Mose declined.
"How's that ?" inquired Haney, who hated to see his favorite "gig back" at a point where his courage could be tested.
"I've busted all the bronchos for fun I'm going to," Mose replied.
Dan called in a sneering tone: "Bring on your varmints.

I'm not dodgin' mean cayuses to-day." Mose could not explain that for Mary's sake he was avoiding all danger.
There was risk in the contest and he knew it, and he couldn't afford to take it.
"That's all right!" he sullenly replied.

"I'll be with you later in the game." A wall-eyed roan pony, looking dull and stupid, was led before the stand.