I said you had one horse.

'One horse among two,' they said, with a great goasteren laugh; 'why, then, they're Jock and his mither.' 'One horse,' I said, 'or maybe two.' 'We must have 'em,' they said; 'we take possession on 'em in the King's service.

We've got to cross the fells to Wy'bern in the morning.'" "What are they, Brown ?" "Musketeers, three of 'em, and ya sour fellow that limps of a leg; they call him Constable David." "Let them have the horses.

It will save trouble to you." Then turning to Sim, Ralph added, "We must be stirring betimes to-morrow, old friend; the daybreak must see us on the road.

The snow will be thick in the morning, and perhaps the horses would have hindered us.