He drank again, bravely and deep, burying his nose as a good horse should and gulping the water.

And when he came out and stamped the mud from his feet he was transformed.

He had slept and eaten and drunk in his own home.
After that, he idled through the hills eating much, drinking often, and making up as busily as he could in a few weeks for the long years of semi-starvation under the regime of the Mexican.

His body responded amazingly.

His coat grew sleek, his barrel rounded, his neck arched with new muscles and the very quality of mane and tail changed; he became the horse of which he had previously been the caricature.