Go to it--and God help you!" The other shook his shoulders back and stepped toward the horse with a peculiarly unpleasant smile, like a pugilist coming out of his corner toward an opponent of unknown prowess.
He said: "Take off the halter." One of the men snapped viciously over his shoulder: "Climb on while the climbing's good.

Cut out the bluff, partner." The smile went out on the lips of Woodbury.

He repeated: "Take off the halter." They stared at him, but quickly began to fumble under the coat, unfastening the buckle.

It required a moment to work off the heavy halter without giving the blinded animal a glimpse of the light; then Woodbury caught the bridle reins firmly just beneath the chin of the horse.

With the other hand he took the stirrup strap and raised his foot, but he seemed to change his mind about this matter.
"Take off the blinder," he ordered.
It was Werther who interposed this time with: "Look here, lad, I know this hoss.