Well,
Kelly led Bettie up from the corral and saddled and bridled her, and
when Faye was ready to start I went out with him to give the horse a
few lumps of sugar. She is a beautiful animal - a bright bay in
color - with perfect head and dainty, expressive ears, and remarkably
slender legs.
Faye immediately prepared to mount; in fact, bridle in hand, had his
left foot in the stirrup and the right was over the horse, when up
went Miss Bet's back, arched precisely like a mad cat's, and down in
between her fore legs went her pretty nose, and high up in the air
went everything - man and beast - the horse coming down on legs as rigid
and unbending as bars of steel, and then - something happened to Faye!
Nothing could have been more unexpected, and it was all over in a
second.
Kelly caught the bridle reins in time to prevent the horse from
running away, and Faye got up on his feet, and throwing back his best
West Point shoulders, faced the excited horse, and for two long
seconds he and Miss Bet looked each other square in the eye.
