Look at him now!" Morgan was having a bad time getting his foot in the stirrup, for the roan reared and plunged.

Finally two men held his head and the saloon-keeper swung into the saddle.

There was a little silence.

The roan, as if doubtful that he could really have this new burden on his back, and still fearful of the rope which had been lately tethering him, went a few short, prancing steps, and then, feeling something akin to freedom, reared straight up, snorting.

The crowd yelled with delight, and the sound sent the roan back to all fours and racing down the road.