Careful now! Thet hoss is skittish.

Hold him in." Bo was not living up to the reputation with which Helen had credited her.
"Now, miss, you get up," said Roy to Helen.

And in another instant she found herself astride a black, spirited horse.

Numb with cold as she was, she yet felt the coursing thrills along her veins.
Roy was at the stirrups with swift hands.
"You're taller 'n I guessed," he said.

"Stay up, but lift your foot....
Shore now, I'm glad you have them thick, soft boots.