He did not know whether he ought to unsaddle it or leave it as it was; but on second thought, he loosened the cinch in kindness to the animal, and took off its bridle, so that it could eat without being hampered by the bit.
Lite was too thorough a horseman not to be thoughtful of an animal's comfort.
He led his own horse out, and then he stopped abruptly.

For Pard stood in front of the kitchen door, and Jean was untying a package or two from the saddle.

He opened his mouth to call to her; he started forward; but he was too late to prevent what happened.

Before his throat had made a sound, Jean turned with the packages in the hollow of her arm and stepped upon the platform with that springy haste of movement which belongs to health and youth and happiness; and before he had taken more than the first step away from his horse, she had opened the kitchen door.
Lite ran, then.

He did not call to her.