"Put him in the furrow," he said to Dad, "and you can't PULL him out of it." Dad wished to have such a horse.

Smith offered to exchange for our roan saddle mare--one we found running in the lane, and advertised as being in our paddock, and no one claimed it.

Dad exchanged.
He yoked the new horse to the plough, and it took to the furrow splendidly--but that was all; it did n't take to anything else.

Dad gripped the handles--"Git up!" he said, and tapped Smith's horse with the rein.

Smith's horse pranced and marked time well, but did n't tighten the chains.