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"Sure he is," replied Bill. "He ain't the first stallion I've chased off the
Sevier range. An' I know. It's a stallion thet makes for new country, when you
push him hard."
"Yep, Lin, he's sure leavin'," added the other comrade. "Why, he's traveled a
bee-line for days! I'll bet he's seen us many a time. Wildfire's about as
smart as any man. He was born wild, an' his dam was born wild, an' there you
have it. The wildest of all wild creatures--a wild stallion, with the
intelligence of a man! A grand hoss, Lin, but one thet'll be hell, if you ever
ketch him. He has killed stallions all over the Sevier range. A wild stallion
thet's a killer! I never liked him for thet. Could he be broke?"
"I'll break him," said Lin Slone, grimly. "It's gettin' him thet's the job.
I've got patience to break a hoss. But patience can't catch a streak of
lightnin'."
"Nope; you're right," replied Bill. "If you have some luck you'll get
him--mebbe. If he wears out his feet, or if you crowd him into a narrow
canyon, or ran him into a bad place where he can't get by you.


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