Chiltern, however, had clearly made up his mind about it.

The horse he was riding went at it gallantly, cleared the first ditch, balanced himself for half a moment on the bank, and then, with a fresh spring, got into the field beyond.

The tail hounds were running past outside the covert, and the master had placed himself exactly right for the work in hand.

How excellent would be the condition of Finn if only Dandolo would do just as Chiltern's horse had done before him! And Phineas almost began to hope that it might be so.

The horse was going very well, and very willingly.