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"Don't put my mare up," directed Donald. "I've got to ride back to town to-night. There's rain in those clouds; I ought to be starting this minute." But his haste was evidently not imperative, for he followed Miss Lady through the narrow winding paths, between a tangle of shrubs and vines, into the old-fashioned flower garden.
No doubt also she counted on entertainment when, to-morrow, he would ride the outlaw for the first time. It would be a kind of show the battle for mastery between himself and the high-bred untamed mare.
In this furious race of self-interest, it requires great skill to bestride the capricious mare called Opportunity, and make her lead to the end in view. Every winner must possess a strong will and a dexterous hand. But Louis did not devote much thought to the matter.
In 1850 which, though it seem a long while ago, is well within human memory and for many years before, the Oak House was tenanted by a farmer who bore the name of Fellowes, a sturdy and dogmatic personage, who was loud at the table of the market ordinary once a week, and for the most part silent for the rest of his life at home. The gray mare was the better horse.
'Heywood, he said one morning suddenly, with quite a new familiarity, 'dost thou consider I owe thee an apology for carrying off thy mare? Tell me what look the thing beareth to thee. 'Put thy case, Scudamore, returned Richard.
"JA, JA, we will see. I will hitch the boy's mare to the cart and go." Signa followed him across the wagon-shed to the horses' stable. She was shivering with cold and excitement. "Where do you suppose she can be, Ivar?" The old man lifted a set of single harness carefully from its peg. "How should I know?" "But you think she is at the graveyard, don't you?" Signa persisted.
His followers had spoken of the po mare, meaning literally, night cough, and the euphony pleased the king so that he adopted the name and bequeathed it to four successors.
Viviette left Katherine to her needlework, and advanced to meet him. At her spontaneous act of welcome a light came into his eyes. He removed from his lips the short corn-cob pipe he was smoking. "I've just been looking at the new mare. She's a beauty. I know I oughtn't to have got her, but she was going dirt cheap and what can a man do when he's offered a horse at a quarter its value?"
Travis put his revolver back into his overcoat pocket and quieted his mare. The two men, one a negro and the other a mulatto, came up to his saddle-skirt and stood waiting respectfully. "You should have awaited me at The Gaffs, Silos." "We did, sir," said the mulatto, "but the boys are all out here in the woods, and we wanted to hold them together. We didn't know when you would come home."
There came a shock that actually swayed the hill they stood on. The mare on the path below missed her footing and fell a dozen feet, only to get up again and scramble as if a thousand devils were behind her, the Rangar riding her grimly, like a jockey in a race. Three more shocks followed.
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