tongue and whipped out a red handkerchief with
a sigh of relief. Also, as he wiped away the perspiration
on his forehead and neck and arms, he
turned baleful eyes upon the innocent cause of
his toil.

"You black devil!" he growled, after a moment.
"I feex you now -- bet you' life! And you can
keeck -- and keeck and keeck! You don' worry
thees cart mooch! You black devil!"

Then he became active again. He strode back
into the corral, sought out an old harness and a
huge collar, and dragged them forward into the
trail. Flinging them aside in the direction of the
cart, he then turned to the mare, removed the
work-harness from her, and led her into position
before the warlike vehicle. Again perspiring freely,
but losing no breath now in abusive talk, he quickly
harnessed her up and then strode forward to the
black. After eying him narrowly a moment, he
seized his bridle and led him back alongside the
mare, where he proceeded nervously to harness
him.

"We see now," he began, as he picked up the
massive collar. "You can stond still -- thot's
right! And maybe you can take thees t'ing -- we
see!"

The collar was much too large for workaday
use, but it was not too large for this purpose.
Its very size gave it freedom to pass over the head
without the usual twisting and turning. Nor did
the horse rebel when it was so placed -- a fact
which gave Felipe much relief, since he now be-

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