"I'll risk him," cut in Red. "Could you lead him down here in the morning?"
"Yes, indeedy—he's a perfect lady of a horse to lead—-you can pick up airy foot—climb all over him in fac', s'long's you don't try to ride him or hitch him up. If you do that—well, young man, you'll get a pretty fair idee of what is meant by one of the demons of hell."
"What kind of saddle have you got?"
"One of them outlandish Western affairs that the scamp threw in with the animal—you see, I thought I'd take up horse-back riding for my health; I was in bed three weeks after my fust try."
"I'll go you seventy-five dollars for the outfit, just as you got it—chaps, taps, and latigo straps, if you'll have it in front of my house at nine o'clock to-morrow."
"All right, young man—all right sir—now don't blame me if you air took home shoes fust."
"Nary," said Red. "Come and see the fun."
"I shorely will," replied the old gentleman.
IV
At nine the next morning there was a crowd in front of the house.