Limb stopped and pointed to the fence under some willows.
"There, you see where they got through," he said.

"My man's druv 'em back three times." "Yes," answered Miriam, colouring as if she were at fault.
"Are you comin' in ?" asked the man.
"No, thanks; but we should like to go by the pond." "Well, just as you've a mind," he said.
The horse gave little whinneys of pleasure at being so near home.
"He is glad to be back," said Clara, who was interested in the creature.
"Yes--'e's been a tidy step to-day." They went through the gate, and saw approaching them from the big farmhouse a smallish, dark, excitable-looking woman of about thirty-five.

Her hair was touched with grey, her dark eyes looked wild.
She walked with her hands behind her back.

Her brother went forward.

As it saw her, the big bay stallion whinneyed again.