“There he comes,” cried Walter.
The Indian was leading a pony that looked as if it had not felt a brush or comb since its birth, but Tad’s discerning eye noted that the little animal was hardy and well-conditioned, though of evident temper.
“Does he kick?” asked the boy, as Anvik tied his mount to a tree.
“Him kick like buck caribou. Him kick all time, both ways.”
“We’ll hopple him if he does,” said Tad. “Be sure that you tie him so he doesn’t kick our ponies, Anvik. We can’t have anything of that sort. If he persists in kicking I’ll see if I can’t break him of it.”
133“You horse shaman?” asked Anvik.
“Yes, he’s ashamed of his horse, that’s it,” chuckled Stacy.
Tad’s face wore a puzzled look, which a few seconds later gave place to a smile of understanding.
“Oh! you mean, am I a horse doctor? Is that it?”
“Uh.”