Then he leads him out'n the corral and gets on.
"First the pinto takes a look over his shoulder like he was waiting for one of his pals among the hosses to come along, but he didn't see none.
Then the circus started.

An' b'lieve me, it was some circus.

Jo hadn't had much action for some time, an' he must have used the wait thinkin' up new ways of raisin' hell.
"There ain't enough words in the Bible to describe what he done.

Which maybe you sort of gather that he had to keep on performin', because the tenderfoot was still in the saddle.

He was.