Jerry Strann swung into the saddle lightly.
There he sat, testing the stirrups.

They were too short by inches but he refused to have them lengthened.

He poised his quirt and tugged his hat lower over his eyes.
"Turn him loose!" he shouted.

"Hei!" And his shrill yell went down the street and the echoes sent it barking back from wall to wall; Barry stepped back from the head of the black.
But for an instant the horse did not stir.

He was trembling violently, but his blazing eyes were fixed upon the face of his owner.