And in that instant Calumet was at his side.

While advancing toward the black, he had taken off his neckerchief, and now he deftly knotted it around the black's head, covering its eyes.

A moment later he was leading it, unprotesting, out of the corral gate.
He halted near the fence and looked at Betty, who was watching critically, though with a tenseness in her attitude that brought a fugitive smile to Calumet's lips.
"I reckon you'd better move a way an' give this here animal plenty of room," he said.

"If he's as much horse as Kelton says he is he'll want a heap of it." He waited until in obedience to his suggestion Betty had withdrawn to a safe distance toward the ranchhouse.

Then with Kelton holding the black's head he placed the saddle on, then the bridle, working with a sure swiftness that brought an admiring glint into Betty's eyes.