human
That's him! Ellhorn whispered excitedly.
gpt
That's what I told him to be doing at just this time! He's listening for us! Ellhorn whistled softly several bars of the same air, which were at once repeated from within. Tuttle rode beside the wall and threw over it the end of his lariat. He waited until the whistling ceased, and then, winding the rope around the pommel, he struck home the spurs and the horse leaped forward, straining to the work. It was a trained cow-pony, Mead's own favorite
human
horse, and it answered with perfect will and knowledge the urging of Tuttle's spurs. With a soft