Among these the Indians and Mexicans bear the worst reputations with those who are supposed to know.

But, for the sake of truth, the author wishes to say that he found the Indians uniformly kind to their horses.

And as for the Mexicans, not only were they always kind and considerate to their mounts, but they were among the greatest horsemen in the world.
Whitey and Hank rode for a time in a silence broken only by Hank's occasional profane mutterings at his patient horse, then Whitey descried two objects moving toward him from the west.

At first he mistook them for two horsemen, then discovered that one horse was being led, then that the rider was Injun, and the led horse was Monty.

With a whoop of astonishment and joy Whitey galloped toward them.
"Hello, Injun, what's all this ?" yelled Whitey when within speaking distance, so glad that he was almost ready to embrace his friend.
Injun, as usual, showed no surprise, but there was a gleam of welcome in his eye.