Mount and be quick.

There's room behind me on Bess." The words were spoken in a kindly, wheedling tone, and the girl's face broke into the prettiest of smiles.

Perhaps Janet would have obeyed, but Muckle John, swift to prevent defection, took up the parable.
"Begone, ye daughter of Heth!" he bellowed, "ye that are like the devils that pluck souls from the way of salvation.

Begone, or it is strongly borne in upon me that ye will dree the fate of the women of Midian, of whom it is written that they were slaughtered and spared not." The girl did not look his way.

She had her coaxing eyes on her halting maid.