But The Cougar never even humped up as he was rode around the stable corrals. The man's legs begin to quit shaking, and as he sat there, his face gradually turned from blank white to natural color again, and then he begin to grin and show pleasant surprise as he noticed how well the horse reined whichever way was wanted. "By japers," he remarked to the stable door, "this feller is a real saddle horse." So, when the tourists, all togged up in their shiny riding habits, appeared some time later, the stable man was all ready and waiting for 'em. He sized 'em all up as to which would get along with each horse best, and being he was still dubious as to what The Cougar might do, he looked 'em all over careful once more till the strongest and most able looking young man in the bunch was spotted. The Cougar's reins was handed to him, and sort of cautious, he asked: "I suppose you know how to ride well?" That young man turned on him, surprised at such a question, and answered sarcastic: "Why certainly." The stable man grinned as he watched him and all ride up the street; "Why certainly," he says to himself, and grinned some more. "I hope he's just as _certain_ on his riding when he gets back." It was evening before the party, slouching all over their horses, returned to the stable. The stable man smiled, satisfied, as he noticed that the young feller, not at all mussed up, was still riding The Cougar. He'd been worried about letting that young feller have the horse, but everything was o. k. now and the folks seemed to've all enjoyed their ride considerable, and so well that they wanted the horses again for the next day. "This is a very fine horse," says the young feller as he got off The Cougar. There was all about him that as much as went on to say, "Why certainly I can ride." The stable man had seen many like him, and knowed exactly _how well_ he could ride, but he was relieved in learning that The Cougar had behaved so well. "And what's this horse's name?" asks the young feller. For a minute the stable man done some tall thinking; if the horse's real name was given out, the young feller would sure swell up and bust in learning that he'd rode the famous outlaw nobody else had been able to ride for so long, and even tho the horse hadn't made a single jump with him, his "_certainly_" would get more conceited than ever. And then again, he maybe wouldn't want the horse any more. So after hesitating a while he finally came onto a new name for the horse. "Cloudy, is that horse's name," he says.