"What d'ye say?
You might as well do that as loaf around here." "I'll go," said Whitey.
"All right.

You c'n go with Hank Dawes.

He's startin' pretty soon, an' he'll get you a hoss." It was some relief to Whitey to be galloping over the prairie, though Hank Dawes was not the man he would have chosen as a companion.

Hank's cruelty to his horse turned Whitey against him.

Whitey had seen many animals treated unfeelingly, but he never could understand how a man could enjoy torturing one, as Hank seemed to.