noon
Later Silvermane drank of the water poured into the corral trough , and had not the strength or spirit to resent the Navajo 's caressing hand on his mane . Next morning the Indian rode again into the corral on blindfolded Charger . Again he dragged Silvermane out on the level and drove him up and down with remorseless , machine-like persistence . At noon he took him back , tied him up , and roped him fast . Silvermane tried to rear and kick , but the saddle went on , strapped with a flash of the dark-skinned hands . Then again Silvermane ran the level stretch beside the giant roan , only he carried a saddle now . At the first , he broke out with free wild stride as if to run forever from under the hateful thing .