"That's the second time the brute has done it.

He shies and bucks and kicks like a regular devil.

This time he shied at a steam lorry and bucked my feet out of the stirrups.

Everybody in the squadron has turned him down, and I'm the junior, I've had to take him." He eyed the animal resentfully.

"I'd just like to get him on some grass and knock hell out of him!" "I'm glad to see you're not hurt," said Boyce with a smile.
"Oh, not a bit, sir," said the boy.