He pulled at his bridle, and attempted to run backward, playing his old trick of trying to turn his nostrils inside out, and drawing back his upper lip.
"Something irritates him, Charles." "If you are afraid, you must not come with me.

I can have you sent home in a carriage from the tavern." "I shall go back with you." But I felt a vague alarm, and begged him to watch Aspen, and not talk.
Aspen went faster and faster, seeming to have lost his shyness, and my fears subsided.

We were within a couple of miles of Rosville, when a splashing rain fell.
"You must not be wet," said Charles.

"I will put up the top.

Aspen is so steady now, it may not scare him." "No, no," I said; but he had it up already, and asked me to snap the spring on my side.