The horse was soon out of sight, making bounds that would have cleared a house if one had been in the way.

The rider got up, pulled his hat from over his eyes, brushed some mud off his clothes, and came up to shake hands as if nothing had happened; his motto apparently being toujours la politesse.
"My word, can't he buck, Poss!" said the child.

"He chucked you all right, didn't he ?" "He got a mean advantage," said the young fellow, in a slow drawl.
"Makes me look a fair chump, doesn't it, getting chucked before a lady?
I'll take it out of him when I get on him again.

How d' you do ?" "I'm very well, thank you," said Miss Grant.

"I hope you are not hurt.
What a nasty beast! I wonder you aren't afraid to ride him." "I ain't afraid of him, the cow! He can't sling me fair work, not the best day ever he saw.