thing we ever did have on this range.  He had a sort of odd-lookin’ white eye, but a heap of them pintos has got glass eyes, and so no one thought to examine his lookers very close, though it was noticed early in the game that Pinto might be lookin’ one way and goin’ the other, at the same time.  He’d be goin’ on a keen lope, and then something or other might get on his mind, and he’d stop and untangle hisself from all kinds of ridin’.  Sometimes he’d jump and snort like he was seein’ ghosts.  A feller on that horse could have roped antelopes as easy as yearlin’ calves, if he could just have told which way Mr. Pinto was goin’; but he was a shore hard one to estermate.

“At last Tom, why, he suspected somethin’ wasn’t right with Pinto’s lamps.  If you stuck out a bunch of hay at him, he couldn’t bite it by about five feet.  When you led him down to water, you had to go sideways; and if you wanted to get him in through the corral gate, you had to push him in backward.  We discovered right soon that he was born with his parallax or something out of gear.  His graduated scale of seein’ things was different from our’n.  I don’t reckon anybody ever will know what all Pinto saw with them glass lamps of his, but all the time we knowed that if we could ever onct get his lookin’ outfit tuned up proper, we had the whole country skinned in a horse race; for he could shore run copious.

“That was why he had the whole Bar T outfit guessin’ all the time.  We all wanted to bet on him, and we was all scared to.  Sometimes we’d make up a purse among us, and we’d go over to some social getherin’ or other, and win a thousand dollars.  Old Pinto could run all day; he can yet, for that matter.  Didn’t make no difference to him how often we raced him; and natural, after we’d won one hatful of money with him, we’d want to win another.  That was where our judgment was weak.

“You never could tell whether Pinto was goin’ to finish under the wire, or out in the landscape.  His eyes seemed to be sort of moverble, but like enough they’d get sot when he went to runnin’.  Then he’d run whichever way he was lookin’ at the time, or happened to think he was lookin’; and dependin’ additional on what he thought he saw.  And law!  A whole board of supervisors and school commissioners couldn’t have looked that horse in the face, and guessed on their sacred honor whether he was goin’ to jump the fence to the left, or take to the high sage on the outside of the track.

“Onct in a while we’d git Pinto’s left eye set at a angle, and he’d come around the track and under the wire before she wobbled out of place.  On them occasions we made money a heap easier than I ever did a-gettin’ it from home.  But, owin’ to the looseness of them eyes, I don’t reckon there never was no horse racin’ as uncertain as this here; and like enough you may have observed it’s uncertain enough even when things is fixed in the most comf’terble way possible.”