But I've warned you, an' it's your funeral." Calumet did not reply, contenting himself with grinning.

He swung down from Blackleg, removed the saddle and bridle from the animal, and holding the latter by the forelock turned to Betty.
"I'd like you to ride Blackleg home.

He's your horse now.

Kelton will lend you a halter to lead that skate you're on.

While he's gettin' the halter I'll put your saddle on Blackleg--if you'll get off." Betty dismounted and the change was made.