"Put the saddle on him, Tom." "Yes, your honour.

I sometimes think he is hurt in the loins somehow--he don't take to his leaps kindly, and he always tries to bite when we bridles him.

Be quiet, sir!" "Only his airs," said Philip.

"I did not know this, or I would have taken him over the gate.

Why did not you tell me, Tom ?" "Lord love you, sir! because you have such a spurret; and if anything had come to you--" "Quite right: you are not weight enough for Puppet, my boy; and he never did like any one to back him but myself.