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So he had sauntered out when the horses were being saddled, and delicately hinted to Jim that he might ride Bobs. Jim, wrestling with Garryowen's girth, had found it the easiest way out of the difficulty to avoid hearing the hint which he considered "like Cecil's cheek," and as nothing short of Norah's own command would have induced him to accede to it, silence seemed the better plan.
"And Garryowen's been groomed till he turns pale at the sight of a brush, Great horse he's made, Mr. Jim." "He's all that," said his owner, leaning out to view him better, with his eyes shining. He raised his voice in a shout as they swung in through the gateway. "Good for you, Murty! Hurroo!" "Hurroo for ye all!" said Murty, and found to his amazement that his voice was shaky.
Norah explained rapidly, and Jim flung himself off, tossing Garryowen's rein to Wally, and ran to her. "Kiddie you're all right? He didn't hurt you?" The boy's voice was shaking. "Only my wrists," said Norah, and then began to shudder as the memory of the struggle in the trees came back to her. Jim put his arm about her. "Thank heaven for that blessed Indian!" said he.
Pull out the ten shillings! for I've made up my mind to appear before the Bangbury public on Garryowen's back, as six women at once. We'd got bits of remnants, and old dresses and things to make and alter, but hadn't anybody clever enough at cutting out, and what they call 'Costoom, to do what Peggy wanted Jubber being too stingy to pay the regular people who understand such things.
'Yes, I promise, says I; 'I do indeed promise with my whole heart. 'We'll all take care of the baby, says Peggy; 'only you try and cheer up, and you'll get well enough to see me on Garryowen's back, before we leave Bangbury you will for certain, if you cheer up a bit. 'I give my baby, she says, clutching tight at my hand, 'to the woman who suckled it by the roadside; and I pray God to bless her and forgive me, for Jesus Christ's sake. After that, she lay quiet for a minute or two.
Why, I had so much attention paid me that I scarcely noticed you had gone." He put up one hand and took Norah's as she sat on the arm of his couch. "But I'm glad you're back," he added. They smiled at each other. "Conceit's bad enough," said Jim, grinning, "but insanity's worse. Had the maddest ride of my life, Dad my poor old Garryowen's absolutely cowed, and has no tail left to speak of!"
Jim might and did scorn coats and waistcoats in the summer, and revel in soft shirts and felt hats; but his riding equipment was a different matter, and from Garryowen's bit and irons to his own boots, all had to be in apple pie order. "Norah, may I have your hanky to rub this up? No? You haven't one! Well, I'm surprised at you!"
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