Morgan laughed.

"Say, kid, I'd take a chance with Satan, but there ain't any hospital
for fools handy."

"Go ahead. He won't stir a foot. Steady, Satan!"

"All right," said Morgan, "every step is sure like pullin' teeth!"

He ventured closer to the black stallion, but was stopped short. Black
Bart was suddenly changed to a green-eyed devil, his hair bristling
around his shoulders, his teeth bared, and a snarl that came from the
heart of a killer. Satan also greeted his proposed rider with ears
laid flat back on his neck and a quivering anger.

"If I'm goin' to ride Satan," declared Morgan, "I got to shoot the dog
first and then blindfold the hoss."

"No you don't," said Dan. "No one else has ever had a seat on Satan,
but I got an idea he'll make an exception for a sort of temporary
cripple. Steady, boy. Here you, Bart, come over here an' keep your
face shut!"

The dog, after a glance at his master, moved reluctantly away, keeping
his eyes upon Morgan. Satan backed away with a snort. He stopped at
the command of Dan, but when Morgan laid a hand on the bridle and
spoke to him he trembled with fear and anger. The saloon-keeper turned
away.