It was saddled and bridled in the stable all day.

One knew it not.

He was walking like a cat, when suddenly he parted the peons around him, like grain before a mad bull--and behold! he was on the pinto's back and away.

And, alas! there is no horse that can keep up with the pinto.

God grant he may not get in the way of the r-r-railroad, that, in his very madness, he will even despise." "My own horse is in the thicket," whispered Guest, hurriedly, in Maruja's ear.