You 'op it.

Is that strite enough?
'Op it, quick!" Sir Timothy's anger seemed to have abated.

There was even the beginning of a smile upon his lips.

All the time his hand caressed the neck of the horse.

Francis noticed with amazement that the poor brute had raised his head and seemed to be making some faint effort at reciprocation.
"My good man," Sir Timothy said, "you seem to be one of those brutal persons unfit to be trusted with an animal.