You did enter for the needle-threading race, didn't you, with Lord Arthur?
I think we must get on.' A slow, dull red mounted to Armour's face and seemed to put out that curious light in his eyes.
'Is it far ?' he asked, glancing down over the tree-tops.

'I've never been there.' 'Why,' cried Dora, suddenly, 'you've been down!' 'So you have,' I confirmed her.

'Your beast is damaged too.' 'Oh, it was only a stumble,' Armour replied; 'I stuck on all right.' 'Well,' I said, 'you had better get off now, as you didn't then, and look at your animal's near fore.

The swelling's as big as a bun already.' Again he made me no answer, but looked intently and questioningly at Dora.
'Get off, Mr.Armour,' she said, sharply, 'and lead your horse home.

It is not fit to be ridden.