The Lone Ranger and Tonto rode into town. It was hot, so they stopped at the saloon for a drink. After a few minutes, someone came in and said, “Who does that white horse out there belong to?”
“Why, that’s my horse, stranger,” said the Lone Ranger.
“I just thought I’d let you know that your horse is sweating up a storm out there. He’s been ridden pretty hard, and if you don’t cool him down proper, he’s going to turn sick on you.”
“Tonto, you know what to do. Could you take care of Silver for me?”
“Alright, Kemosabe.” And Tonto went out and started running in circles around Silver, waving his arms back and forth as he ran. (An old Indian trick for cooling a horse off, don’t ya know.)
A few minutes later another man came into the saloon and asked, “Who does that white horse belong to?”
“Why, stranger, that’s my horse,” answered the Lone Ranger. “Well,” said the man, “you left your Injun running!”