He's up to a stone over your weight, and can do any mortal thing within a horse's compass.

Cox won't ride him because he baulks, and so he has come into my stable.

If you'll only let him know that you're on his back, and have got a pair of spurs on your heels with rowels in them, he'll take you anywhere.

Good-night, old fellow.

You can smoke if you choose, you know." Phineas had resolved that he would not hunt; but, nevertheless, he had brought boots with him, and breeches, fancying that if he did not he would be forced out without those comfortable appurtenances.