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All the tricks of its kind this unbroken five-year-old knew.

Weaving, pitching, sunfishing, it fought superbly, the while

Steve rode with the consummate ease of a master. His sinuous form

swayed instinctively to every changing motion of his mount. Even

when it flung itself back in blind fury, he dropped lightly from

the saddle and into it again as the animal struggled to its feet.

The cook waved a frying pan in frantic glee. "Hurra-ay! You're

the goods, all right, all right."

"You bet. Watch Steve fan him. And he ain't pulled leather yet.

Not once."