Keep those fine feet forward.

Keep them _forward_ (and SIT BACK), Juggins or Muggins, or else take them into the Infantry--what they were meant for by the look of them.

Now then--over you go without falling if I have to keep you here all night....

Look at _that_" (as the poor fellow is thrown across the jump by the cunning brute that knows its rider has neither whip, spurs, saddle nor reins).

"What?
The _horse_ refuse?
One of _my_ horses _refuse?
If the man'll jump, the horse'll jump._ (All of you repeat that after me and don't forget it.) No.