Hope to blazes we can hold 'em.

Are you ready, Mister ?" "Yes, I'm ready," replied Carew.
"Come on, then.

We'll sneak up slowly at first, but once I start galloping let your horse go as fast as he likes, and trust him altogether.

Don't pull him at all, or he'll break your neck." They started slowly in Indian file, keeping well in the shadow of the scrub.

The horses picked their way through the outlying saplings and bushes, until suddenly Considine bent forward on his horse's neck, and said, "Come on!" What a ride that was! The inexperienced reader is apt to imagine that because a plain is level, it is smooth, but no greater fallacy exists.
The surface of a plain is always bad galloping.