“Ellen, heah’s a horse for you,” said Jorth, with something of pride. “I made a trade. Reckon I wanted him myself, but he’s too gentle for me an’ maybe a little small for my weight.”
Delight visited Ellen for the first time in many days. Seldom had she owned a good horse, and never one like this.
“Oh, dad!” she exclaimed, in her gratitude.
“Shore he’s yours on one condition,” said her father.
“What’s that?” asked Ellen, as she laid caressing hands on the restless horse.
“You’re not to ride him out of the canyon.”
“Agreed.... All daid black, isn’t he, except that white face? What’s his name, dad?
“I forgot to ask,” replied Jorth, as he began unsaddling his own horse. “Slater, what’s this heah black’s name?”
The lanky giant grinned. “I reckon it was Spades.”
“Spades?” ejaculated Ellen, blankly. “What a name! ... Well, I guess it’s as good as any. He’s shore black.”