But in the middle of the street Jerry raised his right arm stiffly overhead with a whoop and brought his chestnut to a sliding stop; the cloud of dust rolled lazily on ahead.

The young men gathered quickly around the leader, and there was silence as they waited for him to speak--a silence broken only by the wheezing of the horses, and the stench of sweating horseflesh was in every man's nostrils.
"Who owns that hoss ?" asked Jerry Strann, and pointed.
He had stopped just opposite O'Brien's hotel, store, blacksmith shop, and saloon, and by the hitching rack was a black stallion.

Now, there are some men who carry tidings of their inward strength stamped on their foreheads and written in their eyes.

In times of crises crowds will turn to such men and follow them as soldiers follow a captain; for it is patent at a glance that this is a man of men.

It is likewise true that there are horses which stand out among their fellows, and this was such a horse.