He, too, grazed at intervals, but most of the time he stood, head erect like a sentinel or rather a leader.

It seemed to both the boys that his whole attitude was full of spirit and majesty, the vast freedom of the wilderness.

He carried, too, the responsibility for the whole herd and he knew it.
"A prairie King," whispered Paul.

"Wouldn't I like to catch such a splendid animal, Henry, and ride him into New Orleans!" "No you wouldn't, Paul," replied Henry, "That stallion wasn't made to be ridden by anybody.Look.Paul, look!" Henry's last word rose to an excited whisper, and Paul's gaze quickly followed his pointing finger.

Even then he would not have seen anything had he not looked long and carefully.