The teeth clicked beside Strann's shoulder as he leaped back.

He laughed savagely.
"That'll be took out of him," he announced, "and damned quick!" Here the voice of Barry was heard, saying: "I'll help you mount, Mr.
Strann." And he edged his way through the little crowd until he stood at the head of the stallion.
"Look out!" warned Strann in real alarm, "or he'll take your head off!" But Barry was already beside his horse, and, with his back towards those vicious teeth, he drew the reins over its head.

As for the stallion, it pricked one ear forward and then the other, and muzzled the man's shoulder confidingly.

There was a liberal chorus of astonished oaths from the gathering.
"I'll hold his head while you get on," suggested Barry, turning his mild eyes upon Strann again.
"Well," muttered the big man, "may I be eternally damned!" He added: "All right.

Hold his head, and I'll ride him without pulling leather.