Pete pulled up. "Say, amigo, it's ag'inst the rules to choke that
there horn to death. Jest let go and clamp your knees. We'll lope 'em
a spell."
Forbes was about to protest when Pete's horse, to which he had
apparently done nothing, broke into a lope. Forbes's horse followed.
It was a rough experience for the Easterner, but he enjoyed it until
Pete pulled up suddenly. Forbes's own animal stopped abruptly, but
Forbes, grabbing wildly at the horn, continued, and descended in a
graceful curve which left him sitting on the sand and blinking up at
the astonished animal.
"Hurt you?" queried Pete.
"I think not-- But it was rather sudden. Now what do I do?"
"Well, when you git rested up, I'd say to fork him ag'in. He's sure
tame."
"I--I thought he was rather wild," stammered Forbes, getting to his
feet.
"Nope. It was you was wild. I reckon you like to scared him to death.
Nope! Git on him from this side."
"He seems a rather intelligent animal," commented Forbes as he prepared
for the worst.
"Well, we kin call him that, seein' there's nobody round to hear us.
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