The crowd laughed again at the excitement of Morgan, and Silent's mirth particularly was loud and long. "An' if you're still bent on charity," he said at last, "maybe we could find somethin' else to lay a bet on!" "Anything you name!" said Morgan hotly. "I suppose," said Silent, "that you're some rider, eh?" "I c'n get by with most of 'em." "Yeh--I suppose you never pulled leather in your life?" "Not any hoss that another man could ride straight up." "Is that so? Well, partner, you see that roan over there?" "That tall horse?" "You got him. You c'n win back that hundred if you stick on his back two minutes. D'you take it?" Morgan hesitated a moment. The big roan was footing it nervously here and there, sometimes throwing up his head suddenly after the manner of a horse of bad temper. However, the loss of that hundred dollars and the humiliation which accompanied it, weighed heavily on the saloon owner's mind. "I'll take you," he said. A high, thrilling whistle came faintly from the distance. "That fellow on the black horse down the road," said Lee Haines, "I guess he's the one that can hit the four dollars? Ha! ha! ha!" "Sure," grinned Silent, "listen to his whistle! We'll see if we can drag another bet out of the bar-keep if the roan doesn't hurt him too bad. Look at him now!" Morgan was having a bad time getting his foot in the stirrup, for the roan reared and plunged. Finally two men held his head and the saloon-keeper swung into the saddle. There was a little silence. The roan, as if doubtful that he could really have this new burden on his back, and still fearful of the rope which had been lately tethering him, went a few short, prancing steps, and then, feeling something akin to freedom, reared straight up, snorting. The crowd yelled with delight, and the sound sent the roan back to all fours and racing down the road. He stopped with braced feet, and Morgan lurched forwards on the neck, yet he struck to his seat gamely. Whistling Dan was not a hundred yards away. Morgan yelled and swung the quirt. The response of the roan was another race down the road at terrific speed, despite the pull of Morgan on the reins. Just as the running horse reached Whistling Dan, he stopped as short as he had done before, but this time with an added buck and a sidewise lurch all combined, which gave the effect of snapping a whip--and poor Morgan was hurled from the saddle like a stone from a sling. The crowd waved their hats and yelled with delight. "Look out!" yelled Jim Silent. "Grab the reins!" But though Morgan made a valiant effort the roan easily swerved past him and went racing down the road. "My God," groaned Silent, "he's gone!" "Saddles!" called someone. "We'll catch him!" "Catch hell!" answered Silent bitterly. "There ain't a hoss on earth that can catch him--an' now that he ain't got the weight of a rider, he'll run away from the wind!" "Anyway there goes Dan on Satan after him!"