They had both caught my impulse--especially the pony.

It didn't come on to thunder till some time afterward; and then we were nearer Craig Fernie than Windygates--to say nothing of your being at one place and not at the other.

The lightning was quite awful on the moor.

If I had had one of the horses, he would have been frightened.

The pony shook his darling little head, and dashed through it.