Ah! only to think of a good horse.
All the men washed themselves and put on clean clothes.

Then we had our dinner and about a dozen of us started off for the town.
Poor old Jim, how well he looked that day! I don't think you could pick a young fellow anywhere in the countryside that was a patch on him for good looks and manliness, somewhere about six foot or a little over, as straight as a rush, with a bright blue eye that was always laughing and twinkling, and curly dark brown hair.

No wonder all the girls used to think so much of him.

He could do anything and everything that a man could do.

He was as strong as a young bull, and as active as a rock wallaby--and ride! Well, he sat on his horse as if he was born on one.
With his broad shoulders and upright easy seat he was a regular picture on a good horse.
And he had a good one under him to-day; a big, brown, resolute, well-bred horse he had got in a swap because the man that had him was afraid of him.