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ide to side or from falling forward or backward。 They used the whip and the rattan stick； and twisted his nose。 They attempted to make a goal…keeper of him in a football game between two teams of pain…driven and pain…bitten mongrels。 And they dragged him up ladders to make him dive into a tank of water。
Even they essayed to make him 〃loop the loop〃rushing him down an inclined trough at so high speed of his legs； accelerated by the slash of whips on his hindquarters； that； with such initial momentum； had he put his heart and will into it； he could have successfully run up the inside of the loop； and across the inside of the top of it； back…downward； like a fly on the ceiling； and on and down and around and out of the loop。 But he refused the will and the heart； and every time； when he was unable at the beginning to leap sideways out of the inclined trough； he fell grievously from the inside of the loop； bruising and injuring himself。
〃It isn't that I expect these things are what Harry had in mind；〃 Collins would say； for always he was training his assistants； 〃but that through them I may get a cue to his specially； whatever in God's name it is； that poor Harry must have known。〃
Out of love； at the wish of his love…god； Steward； Michael would have striven to learn these tricks and in most of them would have succeeded。 But here at Cedarwild was no love； and his own thoroughbred nature made him stubbornly refuse to do under compulsion what he would gladly have done out of love。 As a result； since Collins was no thoroughbred of a man； the clashes between them were for a time frequent and savage。 In this fighting Michael quickly learned he had no chance。 He was always doomed to defeat。 He was beaten by stereotyped formula before he began。 Never once could he get his teeth into Collins or Johnny。 He was too common…sensed to keep up the battling in which he would surely have broken his heart and his body and gone dumb mad。 Instead； he retired into himself； became sullen； undemonstrative； and； though he never cowered in defeat； and though he was always ready to snarl and bristle his hair in advertisement that inside he was himself and unconquered； he no longer burst out in furious anger。
After a time； scarcely ever trying him out on a new trick； the chain and Johnny were dispensed with； and with Collins he spent all Collins's hours in the arena。 He learned； by bitter lessons； that he must follow Collins around； and follow him he did； hating him perpetually and in his own body slowly and subtly poisoning himself by the juices of his glands that did not secrete and flow in quite their normal way because of the pressure put upon them by his hatred。
The effect of this； on his body； was not perceptible。 This was because of his splendid constitution and health。 Wherefore； since the effect must be produced somewhere； it was his mind； or spirit； or nature； or brain； or processes of consciousness； that received it。 He drew more and more within himself； became morose； and brooded much。 All of which was spiritually unhealthful。 He； who had been so merry…hearted； even merrier…hearted than his brother Jerry； began to grow saturnine； and peevish； and ill…tempered。 He no longer experienced impulses to play； to romp around； to run about。 His body became as quiet and controlled as his brain。 Human convicts； in prisons； attain this quietude。 He could stand by the hour； to heel to Collins； uninterested； infinitely bored； while Collins tortured some mongrel creature into the performance of a trick。
And much of this torturing Michael witnessed。 There were the greyhounds； the high…jumpers and wide…leapers。 They were willing to do their best； but Collins and his assistants achieved the miracle； if miracle it may be called； of making them do better than their best。 Their best was natural。 Their better than best was unnatural； and it killed some and shortened the lives of all。 Rushed to the spring…board and the leap； always； after the take… off； in mid…air； they had to encounter an assistant who stood underneath； an extraordinarily long buggy…whip in hand； and lashed them vigorously。 This made them leap from the springboard beyond their normal powers； hurting and straining and injuring them in their desperate attempt to escape the whip…lash； to beat the whip… lash in the air and be past ere it could catch their flying flanks and sting them like a scorpion。
〃Never will a jumping dog jump his hardest；〃 Collins told his assistants； 〃unless he's made to。 That's your job。 That's the difference between the jumpers I turn out and some of these dub amateur…jumping outfits that fail to make good even on the bush circuits。〃
Collins continually taught。 A graduate from his school； an assistant who received from him a letter of recommendation； carried a high credential of a sheepskin into the trained…animal world。
〃No dog walks naturally on its hind legs； much less on its forelegs；〃 Collins would say。 〃Dogs ain't built that way。 THEY HAVE TO BE MADE TO； that's all。 That's the secret of all animal training。 They have to。 You've got to make them。 That's your job。 Make them。 Anybody who can't； can't make good in this factory。 Put that in your pipe and smoke it； and get busy。〃
Michael saw； without fully appreciating； the use of the spiked saddle on the bucking mule。 The mule was fat and good…natured the first day of its appearance in the arena。 It had been a pet mule in a family of children until Collins's keen eyes rested on it； and it had known only love and kindness and much laughter for its foolish mulishness。 But Collins's eyes had read health； vigour； and long life； as well as laughableness of appearance and action in the long…eared hybrid。
Barney Barnato he was renamed that first day in the arena； when； also； he received the surprise of his life。 He did not dream of the spike in the saddle； nor； while the saddle was empty； did it press against him。 But the moment Samuel Bacon； a negro tumbler； got into the saddle； the spike sank home。 He knew about it and was prepared。 But Barney； taken by surprise； arched his back in the first buck he had ever made。 It was so prodigious a buck that Collins eyes snapped with satisfaction； while Sam landed a dozen feet away in the sawdust。
〃Make good like that；〃 Collins approved； 〃and when I sell the mule you'll go along as part of the turn； or I miss my guess。 And it will be some turn。 There'll be at least two more like you； who'll have to be nervy and know how to fall。 Get busy。 Try him again。〃
And Barney entered into the hell of education that later won his purchaser more time than he could deliver over the best vaudeville circuits in Canada and the United States。 Day after day Barney took his torture。 Not for long did he carry the spiked saddle。 Instead； bare…back； he received the negro on his back； and was spiked and set bucking just the same； for the spike was now attached to Sam's palm by means of leather straps。 In the end； Barney became so 〃touchy〃 about his back that he almost began bucking if a person as much as looked at it。 Certainly； aware of the stab of pain； he started bucking； whirling； and kicking whenever the first signal was given o