Between the time that Rod took charge of Juniper, and the time of the train’s starting, the young “stockman,” as he was termed on the way-bill, had some pretty lively experiences.  Before the owner of the horse left, he handed the boy two dollars and fifty cents, which was half the amount he had agreed to pay him, and a note to his brother, requesting him to pay the bearer the same sum at the end of the trip.  After spending fifty cents for a lunch, consisting of crackers, cheese, sandwiches, and a pie, for the boy had no idea of going hungry again if he could help it, nor of paying the extravagant prices charged at railroad lunch-counters, Rod took his place, with Juniper, in car number 1160, which was the one assigned to them.  Here he proceeded to make the acquaintance of his charge; and, aided by a few lumps of sugar that he had obtained for this purpose, he soon succeeded in establishing the most friendly relations between them.

Suddenly, while he was patting and talking to the horse, car number 1160 received a heavy bump from a string of empties, that had just been sent flying down the track on which it stood, by a switch engine.  Juniper was very nearly flung off his feet, and was greatly frightened.  Before Rod could quiet him, there came another bump from the opposite direction, followed by a jerk.  Then the car began to move, while Juniper, quivering in every limb, snorted with terror.  Now came a period of “drilling,” as it is called, that proved anything but pleasant either to the boy or to the frightened animal.  The car was pushed and pulled from one track to another, sometimes alone and sometimes in company with other cars.  The train of which it was to form a part was being made up, and the “drilling” was for the purpose of getting together the several cars bound to certain places, and of placing those that were to be dropped off first, behind those that were to make the longest runs.

Juniper’s fears increased with each moment, until at length, when a passenger locomotive, with shrieking whistle, rushed past within a few feet, he gave a jump that broke the rope halter confining him, and bounded to the extreme end of the car.  Rod sprang to the open door ­not with any idea of leaving the car, oh, no! his sense of duty was too strong for that, but for the purpose of closing it so that the horse should not leap out.  Then he approached the terrified animal with soothing words, and caught hold of the broken halter.  At the same moment the car was again set in motion, and the horse, now wild with terror, flew to the other end, dragging Rod after him.  The only lantern in the car was overturned and its light extinguished, so that the struggle between boy and horse was continued in utter darkness.  Finally a tremendous bump of the car flung the horse to the floor; and, before he could regain his feet, Rod was sitting on his head.  The boy was panting from his exertions, as well as bruised from head to foot; but he was thankful to feel that no bones were broken, and hoped the horse had escaped serious injury as well as himself.

After several minutes of quiet he became satisfied that that last bump was the end of the drilling, and that car number 1160 had at length reached its assigned position in the train.  Still he did not think it safe to let the horse up just yet, and so he waited until he heard voices outside.  Then he called for help.  The next moment the car door was pushed open, and Conductor Tobin, followed by Brakeman Joe, entered it.

“Well, I’ll be everlastingly blowed!” cried Conductor Tobin, using the very strongest form of his peculiar expression, as the light from his lantern fell on the strange tableau presented by the boy and horse.  “If this doesn’t beat all the stock-tending I ever heard of.  Joe here was just telling me you was going out with us to-night, in charge of a horse, and we were looking for your car.  But what are you doing to him?”

“Sitting on his head,” answered Rod, gravely.

“So I see,” said Conductor Tobin, “and you look very comfortable; but how does he like it?”

“I don’t suppose he likes it at all,” replied the boy; “but I couldn’t think of anything else to do.”  Then he told them of the terror inspired in the animal by the recent drilling; how it had broken loose and dragged him up and down the car, and how he came to occupy his present position.

“Well, you’ve got sand!” remarked Conductor Tobin admiringly when the story was finished.  “More ’n I have,” he added.  “I wouldn’t have stayed here in the dark, with a loose horse tearing round like mad.  Not for a month’s pay I wouldn’t.”

“No more would I,” said Brakeman Joe; “a scared hoss is a terror.”

Then they brought some stout ropes, and Juniper was helped to his feet, securely fastened and soothed and petted until all his recent terror was forgotten.  To Rod’s great delight he was found to be uninjured, except for some insignificant scratches; and by his recent experience he was so well broken to railroad riding that he endured the long trip that followed with the utmost composure.