“Well, I could get to know him,” said Dick.
“Humph! yes—in time; but he has bad habits.”
“I should have to break him off them.”
“Of course.”
“What does he do?”
“Likes playing tricks—biting his companions’ necks; and when he can’t get at them he tries men’s legs.”
“Pleasant!”
“Oh, very! Then, if he has some one on his back that he doesn’t like he’s fond of going on two legs.”
“Which two?” said Dick, laughing.
“Oh, he isn’t particular. Sometimes he chooses the forelegs, sometimes the hind. Then he dances a regular pas seul. Splendid horse to go when he has a strong hand at the rein and a big curb about the jaw.”