A touch of the reins guided the pony.

At once he comprehended.

From that time on he needed no further directions.
Cautiously, patiently, with great skill, he forced the cow through the press toward the edge of the herd.

It had to be done very quietly, at a foot pace, so as to alarm neither the objects of pursuit nor those surrounding them.

When the cow turned back, Little G somehow happened always in her way.