He was fast losing command of himself.
"Pretty skittish to handle, isn't she ?" continued Aleck.
"What y're talkin' 'bout?
That Lisette mare ?" said Yankee, walking round to Ranald's side.

"Purty slick beast, that.

Guess there ain't anythin' in this country will make her take dust." Then in a low voice he said to Ranald, hurriedly, "Don't you mind him; don't you mind him.

You can't touch him to-day, on your own place.

Let me handle him." "No," said Aleck.