That wasn't so bad.
Merton began to feel the thrill of it.

He even lounged in the saddle presently, one leg over the pommel, and seemed about to roll another cigarette while another art study was made.

He continued to lounge there while the artist packed his camera.

What had he been afraid of?
He could sit a horse as well as the next man; probably a few little tricks about it he hadn't learned yet, but he'd get these, too.
"I bet they'll come out fine," he called to the departing artist.

"Leave that to me.