I admire his qualifications in that respect, and hope to trade with him again.

He bucks the stock market occasionally." He smiled as he said it.

There was not the slightest malice in his tone, but, if I had been the "friend," I should have kept clear of stocks for awhile.
"What became of the horse ?" I asked.
"Ran away again.

Jenkins had just got back into the carriage when another one of those thunder claps started more trouble.

The horse ran four miles, more or less, and stopped only when the wheels got jammed between two trees.