“No, you’ve spoiled him for me or any one else.  He’s fool enough to think there’s not another girl in the world but Mildred Jocelyn, and he’ll get you if you don’t look out, for he has the most resolute look that I ever saw in any one’s eyes.  The day before we came away something happened that took away my breath.  A man brought a young horse which he said no one could manage.  Roger went out and looked into the beast’s eyes, and the vicious thing bit at him and struck at him with his forefoot.  Then as he tried to stroke his back he kicked up with both hind feet.  Oh, he was a very Satan of a horse, and they had a rope around his head that would have held a ship.  Roger went and got what he called a curb-bit, and almost in a twinkling he had slipped it on the horse, and without a moment’s hesitation he sprang upon his bare back.  The horse then reared so that I thought he’d fall over backward on Roger.  Mamma fairly looked faint—­it was right after dinner—­Susan and the children were crying, his father and mother, and even the owner of the horse, were calling to him to get off, but he merely pulled one rein sharply, and down the horse came on his four feet again.  Instead of looking frightened he was coolly fastening the rope so as to have it out of the way.  After letting the ugly beast rear and plunge and kick around in the road a few minutes, Roger turned his head toward a stone wall that separated the road from a large pasture field that was full of cows, and he went over the fence with a flying leap, at which we all screamed and shouted again.  Then away they went round and round that field, the cows, with their tails in the air, careering about also, as much excited as we were.  At last, when the horse found he couldn’t throw him, he lay down and rolled.  Roger was off in a second, and then sat on the beast’s head for a while so he couldn’t get up when he wanted to.  At last he let the brute get up again, but he was no sooner on his feet than Roger was on his back, and away they went again till the horse was all in a foam, and Roger could guide him easily with one hand.  He then leaped the tamed creature back into the road, and came trotting quietly to the kitchen door.  Springing lightly down, and with one arm over the panting horse’s neck, he said quietly, ’Sue, bring me two or three lumps of sugar.’  The horse ate them out of his hand, and then followed him around like a spaniel.  His owner was perfectly carried away; ‘Jerusalem!’ he exclaimed, ’I’ve never seen the beat of that.  I offered you twenty-five dollars if you would break him, and I’ll make it thirty if at the end of a month you’ll train him to saddle and harness.  He wasn’t worth a rap till you took him in hand.’  ‘It’s a bargain,’ said Roger coolly, and then he whispered to me, ‘That will buy me a pile of books.’  That’s the kind of a man that I believe in,” concluded Belle, nodding her head emphatically, “and I want you to understand that Roger Atwood and I are very good friends.”