"I hope you'll get safely back to the Claymont.
If you want to jump him, give him his head.

He'll take off all right." "Thanks," I returned.

"I don't want to jump him." Then lifting my hat and thanking her again, I wiggled the curb gently from side to side, as directed, and departed, singlefooting comfortably.
Dr.Bell and I got home very nicely.

He wanted to jump the gate again, but I checked him with the curb.

After pulling the rope to open the gate I must have got the reins mixed once more, for as I was nearing the house, calm in the feeling that I had mastered the animal, and intent upon cantering up to the porch in fine style, Dr.Bell swerved suddenly off to the stable, went into the door, and, before I could stop him, entered his stall.
There I dismounted in absolute privacy.