As for Jim, he slept like a baby always once he turned in.
When I woke I got up at once.

It was half dark; there was a little light in the east.

But Warrigal had been out before me, and was leading his horse up to the hut with the hobbles in his hand.
Our horses were not far off; one of them had a bell on.

Jim had his old brown, and I had a chestnut that I thought nearly as good.

We weren't likely to have anything to ride that wasn't middlin' fast and plucky.
Them that overhauled us would have to ride for it.