"I'll catch 'em by the back o' the neck, an' pile-drive 'em a piece.
They can suit 'emselves about livin' when I'm through with 'em."

"'Shouldn't wonder ef they did," said Rod. The yellow horse had
hidden himself very cleverly behind the others as they stood in a
group, and was swaying his head close to the ground with a curious
scythe-like motion, looking side-wise out of his wicked eyes. You
can never mistake a man-eater getting ready to knock a man down.
We had had one to pasture the year before.

"See that?" said my companion, turning over on the pine-needles.
"Nice for a woman walking 'cross lots, wouldn't it be?"

"Bring 'em out!" said the yellow horse, hunching his sharp back.
"There's no chance among them tall trees. Bring out the - oh!
Ouch!"

It was a right-and-left kick from Muldoon. I had no idea that the
old car-horse could lift so quickly. Both blows caught the yellow
horse full and fair in the ribs, and knocked the breath out of him.

"What's that for?" he said angrily, when he recovered himself; but
I noticed he did not draw any nearer to Muldoon than was necessary.

Muldoon never answered, but discoursed to himself in the whining
grunt that he uses when he is going down-hill in front of a heavy
load. We call it singing; but I think it's something much worse,
really. The yellow horse blustered and squealed a little, and at
last said that, if it was a horse-fly that had stung Muldoon, he
would accept an apology.