"Hold him for me, mother, while I take the saddle off." She did as requested.

"And so they two are at loggerheads, eh, about Miss Brentwood?
Of course.

And what sort of a girl is she ?" "Oh, very pretty; deuced pretty, in fact.

But there is one there takes my fancy better." "Who is she ?" "Ellen Mayford; the sweetest little mouse----Dash it all; look at this horse's back.

That comes of that infernal flash military groom of Jim's putting on the saddle without rubbing his back down.