So she said, "Well, I will saddle your horse myself." Here Master Joseph relented--because he now felt certain of his game.

"I have conscientious scruples against lifting even my little finger to aid you in this unholy business," he said more placidly, "but under the circumstances, I will saddle Sweetbriar for you." So saying, he took off his saddle from the horse, and substituted the side-saddle which he brought from the barn.

Then he led Sweetbriar to the horse-block, and his sister-in-law mounted.
She glanced at his spurs.

"You ride him with spurs, I see.

Hand me my riding-whip," she said, pointing to where she had laid it, when she first came out.
"I would not strike him, if I were you.