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Kinder reminded me of a nag that belonged to me. He strayed away from my ranch a few weeks ago," said the fellow significantly. "It wasn't this pony," retorted Ned, flushing. "I bought this animal. Good day, sir, I must be getting along." "In a hurry, ain't ye?" "I am," answered Ned, touching the spurs to the pony's sides and galloping off. "Hey, hold on a minute," called the stranger. "Can't.
"I dare say he may do his seven years without a single fight!" Roy looked very disappointed. "If he doesn't fight, he might just as well have stopped at home. What's the good of being a soldier if you don't have any battles?" "Soldiers prevent battles, sometimes." This sounded nonsense to the boys. They bade the captain good-bye, and turned their pony's head homeward quite disconsolate.
Racey Dawson, who had been kneeling on the ground engaged in bandaging a cut from a kick on the near foreleg of the Dale pony when the two men led their horses into the corral, craned his neck past the pony's chest and glanced at Lanpher's tall companion. For the latter's words provoked curiosity. What species of deal was toward?
When we dragged him down into the draw, Dude sprang off to the end of his tether and shivered all over wouldn't let us come near him. We decided that Antonia should ride Dude home, and I would walk. As she rode along slowly, her bare legs swinging against the pony's sides, she kept shouting back to me about how astonished everybody would be.
The smiling man at the pony's head looked so thoroughly good-natured that it was hard to push a quarrel, but still Ike's dignity had been injured. "What I beg to remark is," he continued, returning to the attack, "kin he do it agin? Does he have any lingerin' suspicion that he is capable of that act?" Ike reserved his best English for serious occasions.
"I couldn't leave her like this." "You're delaying the game, Clay," cried Langham, warningly, as he stuck his spurs into his pony's side. The people in the diligence lurched forward as the horses felt the lash of the whip and strained against the harness, and then plunged ahead at a gallop on their long race to the sea.
Michael stopped by the roadside, where the shade was dense, dismounted and plunged into the thicket, returning in a moment with two or three beautiful orchids and some long vines of the wonderful yellow jessamine whose exquisite perfume filled all the air about. He wreathed the jessamine about the pony's neck, and Starr twined it about her hat and wore the orchids in her belt.
It was as pleasant a day for drive as could possibly be; and yet Daisy's face was more intent upon her pony's ears than upon any other visible thing. She drove on towards Crum Elbow, but before she reached it she turned another corner, and drew up before Juanita's house. It was not the first visit she had made here since going home; though Daisy had in truth not come often nor stayed long.
In a few minutes more he had scrambled out of the ditch and gained the road again, through the path that Farmer Green made for him. "Now," said Farmer Green, "don't leave the broken road. This pony's too small to handle himself in these drifts. I wouldn't try to put even a full-sized horse through them. It takes oxen in such going. They're slow; but they're strong and sure-footed, too.
I noticed the horse as a rough-looking Canadian pony, with a certain air of stubborn endurance. As the farmer took his seat by my side, the family came to the door to see us off. "Dick!" said the farmer, in a peremptory voice, giving the rein a quick jerk as he spoke. But Dick moved not a step. "Dick! you vagabond! get up." And the farmer's whip cracked sharply by the pony's ear.
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