He was beautiful to see, his matchless, pure white coat, his long silver mane and tail streaming in the wind, his proud head up, his great dark eyes shining. "Did you ever see a hoss run like that little silver feller?" exclaimed Charlie Barr. "Silver! That'll be his name and I sure must hurry and get my brand on him before some other feller does." That, as you will find, was not so easy.