Manuel's a fine old fellow.

I stayed a few days with him here when I first left town, and rode around with him.
He's straight as the road to heaven, and I never heard him brag about anything, except the goodness of his 'patron,' and the things some of his friends can do.

I'll have to ask you to saddle up for me, Jack; this arm of mine's pretty stiff and sore this morning.

Watch how Surry's trained! You wouldn't believe some of the things he'll do." He turned towards the horse, feeding knee-deep in grass and young mustard in the opening farther down the slope, and whistled a long, high note.

The white head went up with a fling of the heavy mane, to perk ears forward at the sound.