The old horse stood in the yard, head down, one foot crossed nonchalantly before the other.

A slight tremor, a nervous flickering of his skin, was all that ensued when the rope grazed him.

When it merely fell in his general neighbourhood, as it oftener did, Dexter did not even glance up.
"Good stuff!" applauded the artist.

"Now just stand that way, holding the noose out.

I want to make a study of that." He rapidly mounted his camera on a tripod and put in a plate.