Barry ran straight for the left hand corral and wrenched at the gate, which appeared to be secured by a lock and chain.

Seeing that it would not give way he ran around to the barn, and came out again carrying a saddle and bridle.
These he tossed over the high fence into the corral.

Then he picked up a loose scantling and with it pried and wrenched off the top bar of the fence in one section and vaulted into the enclosure.
The black stallion had whinnied once or twice during this time and the great black, shaggy dog had come snarling and whining about the feet of his master.

Now the stranger tossed on the saddle and cinched it with amazing speed, sprang onto his mount, and urged it across to the other side of the corral.

Up to that moment no one in the little crowd of watchers had suspected the intention of the rider.