She's from La Roque's Lisette, ain't she?
Ought to have some speed." He untied Lisette's halter.

"Take her down in the yard yonder," he said to Ranald.
Ranald threw the halter over Lisette's neck, sprang on her back, and sent her down the lane at a good smart pace.

At the bottom of the lane he wheeled her, and riding low upon her neck, came back to the barn like a whirlwind.
"By jings!" exclaimed Yankee, surprised out of his lazy drawl; "she's got it, you bet your last brick.

See here, boy, there's money into that animal.

Thought I would like to have her for my buckboard, but I have got an onfortunit conscience that won't let me do up any partner, so I guess I can't make any offer." Ranald stood beside Lisette, his arm thrown over her beautiful neck, and his hand fondling her gently about the ears.