Come, let's try it, Kathleen, shall we ?" said Ernest.
Kathleen hesitated.

"Come, we'll beat them out.

Right turn, march." The commanding tones of the young man appeared to dominate the girl.
She set her horse to the steep hillside, following her companion to the right.

A steep climb through a tangle of underbrush brought them into the cleared woods, where they paused to breathe their animals.
"Ah, that was splendidly done.

You are a good horsewoman," said Ernest.
"If you only had a horse as good as mine we could go anywhere together.
You deserve a better horse, too.