Casting just one casual glance toward him, the men threw themselves
into their saddles with the rapidity and grace of true plainsmen, and
went galloping off.
Two minutes later the shadowy figure of the man flitted away from the
line of horses that remained. If his purpose had been to steal the
black he must have changed his mind, for there was no break in the
chain of horses that stood there, impatiently scraping the ground with
their forefeet.
A little later out came Frank and Bob, each bearing a compact bundle
which they quickly fastened back of their saddles.
Bob was the first to mount, and this action was hurried because he
hardly knew what to make of the restless actions of Domino. The animal
seemed to be dancing up and down as though he had stirred up a hornet's
nest, and the little insects were charging his exposed legs.
No sooner was Bob in the saddle than the horse gave a shrill neigh, and
dashed off like a crazy creature. Indeed, a less experienced rider
than Bob would have been instantly thrown by the sudden and unexpected
move, something that Domino had never been known to attempt before.
Frank looked up in astonishment. His practiced eye told him in an
instant that the sudden violent dash had not been engineered in the
least by his chum; but was altogether the result of fright on the part
of Domino. Why, the big and powerful black acted as though he had gone
wild, jumping madly about, now fairly flying off to one side, only to
whirl and dance and leap high in the air, until every one within seeing
distance was staring at the strange spectacle.
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