The Indian on his back strove furiously to prevent and to keep him at his work.

Cap fought savagely, flinging his head aloft, rearing, plunging, and refusing to follow the direction toward which the redskin twisted his head by sheer strength.

It was a strife between rider and steed, and the latter made no progress in either direction while keeping up the fight, which was as fierce as it was brief.
The Indian could not force the horse to obey him, and the efforts of Cap to reach his master were defeated by the wrenching at the bit.

It looked as if the horse had been seized with the frenzy that possessed every one, and was fighting and struggling aimlessly and accomplishing nothing.
But Grizzly Weber was not the one to stand idly by and allow this extraordinary contest to go on.

Nothing intervened between him and the daring marauder, and he dashed toward him.
The redskin's audacity, nimbleness and self-possession excited the admiration of Grizzly Weber, angered though he was at the trick played on him.