Do you reckon he can ?" "Dunno," returned Bob, as he unlatched the gate without dismounting.

"I thought he couldn't fight." "So did I," returned Curly, grimly nursing his battered face.

"You cut out the horse; I can't more'n half see." It was no trouble to cut out the bay.

The big horse seemed to understand that his time had come.

All day he had seen his mates go forth to their testing, had watched them as they fought with all their strength the skill and endurance of that smiling, boy-faced man, and then had seen them as they returned, sweating, trembling, conquered and subdued.