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The horse was resolved to have his own way, and not do what his rider required of him; it was necessary that either the horse or the man should give up; and as John has no fancy for giving up, he carried his point partly by management, partly, I confess, by a judicious use of the whip and spur; but there was no such furious flagellation as Sophia seems to mean, and which a good horse-man would scarce be guilty of."

"A foal?" said the thing, solemnly. "Let me behold it. Alas, alas, my sister! Thy tyrant's threat has come true, that thou shouldst be his bride whether thou wouldst or not. I see, I see in the features of thy son his hated lineaments." "Why he must be as like a horse, then, as your father. But this will not do, Master Horse-man; I know that foal's pedigree better than I do my own."

So he gave up his foolish notion of being a sailor boy. You will find some famous stories in it. There is the story of Rip Van Win-kle, who slept twenty years. And there is the funny story of the Head-less Horse-man. When you read these a-mus-ing stories, you will remember the playful boy who became a great author. Fred was talking to his sister one day. He said,

Over the Bridge of Spain a horse-man was galloping at high speed, and a prolonged, sharp whistle was heard. "Elias," replied Ibarra, "you owe your misfortunes to my family; you have saved my life twice; I owe you not only gratitude, but also restitution of your fortune. You advise me to go to a foreign land and live; then come with me and we will live like brothers. Here, you, too, are miserable."

He turned and trotted off with her, and they disappeared under the elms. "Just because your guests aren't interested in you," I called after her, "is no reason why you shouldn't be interested in them." But she didn't answer, and I was afraid I'd hurt her feelings; so I said to my man, or horse, or horse-man it's hard to know what to call them: "Long Lee, you go back to the house, clip-step."

Beyond him, across the fire, the soldiers who had lifted her up to the horse-man. Here, just in front of her, was the leader himself. Her gaze settled upon him dreamily. He had finished his meal, if meal it could be called, and was making some attempt at a toilet.

The next morning, as they were looking out from their highest windows for their visitors, whom they intended to go some way and meet, Edward said, "Who is that yonder, riding slowly along the road?" The Captain described accurately the figure of the horse-man.

His face, his figure, his alert bearing, even his clothes promised a horse-man. The way his stirrups had worn his boots would class him as a rider. He rode with his foot "through" as the hunter, steeple chaser, and polo-player do not on the ball of his foot in park fashion. He pulled off his hat and ran his hand over his close-cropped head. Evidently he was still thinking.

'Where did you? but that doesn't matter. We'll talk of this later. He rushed from the room, and in a moment or two we saw him mount his bicycle and ride off. Quite shortly he returned with the distracted horse-man. It was HIS baby, and not titled at all. The horseman and his wife were the lodgers at the mill. The nursemaid was a girl from the village.

When he was nearly abreast of them, the horse-man checked his career so suddenly that his animal was thrown back on his haunches. "Why Georgy!" he exclaimed. "Good evening, Mr. Cassilis!" said Small Porges, lifting his cap. Mr. Cassilis was tall, handsome, well built, and very particular as to dress.

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