- low pony and the doctor's horse began to wheeze
and to tire; the wild band were running as strongly as ever—only romping along, biting and kicking at each other. Then as if to show what they really could do, led by their black stallion, they lengthened their strides, opened the gap wider and wider, and were away.
The doctor hauled short.
"No use, Stub," he called.
So Stub pulled down, and turned.
"No use," he agreed. "But heap fun."
"You bet!" pronounced the doctor, panting. "What do you say 'heap' fun for? That's not American; that's Injun. Americans say 'much' fun, or 'great' fun."
"All right," Stub admitted—for the doctor knew. "Heap chase wild horse, much fun."
"Oh, pshaw!" the doctor laughed. "If I could only get into that head of yours I'd take the 'heaps' out of it. How's your white spot, these days? Burn any?"
"Some days burn, some days no. Some days heavy, some days light." And with that, Stub kept his distance. He wished that the doctor would quit talking about "getting into" his head. A medicine-man had dangerous power.
The lieutenant and Baroney and the two soldiers
