As for Dan Barry, he rewarded this outburst of affection with no touch of his hand; but his lips moved, and he seemed to be whispering a secret to his horse.

The wolf in the meantime had viewed this scene with growing unrest, and now it trotted up and placed itself at the side of the man.
Receiving no attention in this position, it caught the arm of the man between its great fangs and drew his hands down.

The stallion, angered by this interruption, raised a delicate forefoot to strike, and was received with a terrific snarl--the first sound of the entire scene.
"Bart," said the man, and his voice was not raised or harsh, but came as softly as running water, "if you ain't going to be a gentleman, I got to teach you manners.

Get up on Satan's back and lie down till I tell you to get off." The wolf received this command with a snarl even more blood-curdling than before, but he obeyed, slinking sidewise a reluctant pace or two, and then springing to the back of the stallion with a single bound.
There he crouched, still snarling softly until his master raised a significant forefinger.

At that he lowered his head and maintained a fiercely observant silence.
"Dan!" called Buck Daniels.
The other whirled.
"Speakin' of pets," observed Buck Daniels, "I heard tell once about a gent that had a tame lion.