"I am mounting it," said he, and proceeded to do as he said.
But Dare caught him by the tails of his coat and brought him back to earth.
"You are making a mistake, Mr.Fletcher," he cried angrily.

"That horse is mine." Fletcher, whose temper was by no means of the most peaceful, kept himself with difficulty in hand at the indignity Dare offered him.
"Yours ?" quoth he.
"Aye, mine.

I brought it from Ford Abbey myself." "For the Duke's service," Fletcher reminded him.

"For my own, sir; for my own I would have you know." And brushing the Scot aside, he caught the bridle, and sought to wrench it from Fletcher's hand.
But Fletcher maintained his hold.

"Softly, Mr.Dare," said he.