There are certain things that this horse always shies at, and one of them is a red cloak.

Now I don't know if you saw that a girl in a red cloak suddenly appeared on the bank.

In an instant the beast was round and you may imagine what my feelings were, being in charge of your fair kinswoman, for I thought to a certainty that we should be over.

What is more, it quite spoilt my chance of the race, for after he has shied like that, the black turns sulky, and won't let himself go." When Lysbeth heard this amazing explanation, remembering the facts, she gasped.

And yet now that she came to think of it, a girl in a red cloak did appear near them at the moment, and the horse _did_ whip round as though it had shied violently.