He would come at his call, stand on his hind legs, and carry his master's whip or sombrero.

He would kick and bite at Frank when the latter tickled him in the ribs, all in sport, of course; but if Mr.
Winters, or one of the herdsmen, came about him, he would use his teeth and heels in good earnest.

He was as swift as ever, and Frank had yet to see the horse that could beat him.
The saddles these horses wore were like every thing else about themselves and masters, of the Mexican pattern.

They were made of beautifully-stamped leather, with high pommels in front, the tops of which were flat, and as large around as the crown of Frank's sombrero.

A pair of saddle-bags was fastened across the seat of each, in which the boys carried several handy articles, such as flint, steel, and tinder for lighting a fire; ammunition for their revolvers, which were safely stowed away in bearskin holsters strapped in front of the saddles, and large clasp-knives, that were useful in skinning squirrels when the boys went hunting.