sugar. Upon command, Panchito squatted on his hind quarters like a dog
and held his head out stiffly. Upon his nose Farrel balanced the lump
of sugar, backed away, and stood in front of him. The horse did not
move. Suddenly Farrel snapped his fingers. With a gentle toss of his
head, Panchito threw the lump of sugar in the air and made a futile
snap at it as it came down. Then he rose, picked the lump up
carefully, and, holding it between his lips, advanced and proffered his
master a bite.

"Oh, you eat it yourself!" Farrel cried, and reached for the horse's
unkempt mane. With the ease of long practice, he swung aboard the
horse and, at the touch of his heels, Panchito bounded away. Far down
the mesa he raced, Farrel guiding him with his knees; then back and
over the six-foot corral-fence with something of the airy freedom of a
bird. In the corral, Farrel slid off, ran with the galloping animal
for fifty feet, grasping his mane, and sprang completely over him, ran
fifty feet more and sprang back, as nimbly as a monkey. Panchito was
galloping easily, steadily, now, at a trained gait, like a circus
horse, so Farrel sat sideways on him and discarded his boots, after
which he stood erect on the smooth, glossy back and rode him, first on
one foot, then on the other. Next he sat down on the animal again and
clapped his hands.

"Panchito, my boots!" he ordered. But Panchito only pinned his ears
and shook his head. "You see," Farrel called to Kay, "he is a
gentleman, and declines to perform a menial service. But I shall force
him. Panchito, you rebel, pick up my boots and hand them to me."

For answer, Panchito threw his hind end aloft half a dozen times, and
Kay's silvery laugh echoed through the corral as Farrel, appearing to