Now he tossed up his
head so that some of his long mane fell forward between his ears and
at sight of Calder his ears dropped back and his eyes blazed, but when
Dan stepped from the willows the ears came forward again with a
whinny of greeting. Calder watched the beautiful animal with all the
enthusiasm of an expert horseman. Satan was untethered; the saddle and
bridle lay in a corner of the clearing; evidently the horse was a pet
and would not leave its master. He spoke gently and stepped forward to
caress the velvet shining neck, but Satan snorted and started away,
trembling with excitement.
"How can you keep such a wild fellow as this without hobbling him?"
asked Calder.
"He ain't wild," said Dan.
"Why, he won't let me put a hand on him."
"Yes, he will. Steady, Satan!"
The stallion stood motionless with the veritable fires of hell in his
eyes as Calder approached. The latter stopped.
"Not for me," he said. "I'd rather rub the moustache of the lion in
the zoo than touch that black devil!"
Bart at that moment led in the cowpony and Calder started to remove
the saddle. He had scarcely done so and hobbled his horse when he was
startled by a tremendous snarling and snorting.
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