Where are the horses ?" she asked, upon reaching the door.
"You must yield one point and mount near the stable," said Graydon, resolutely.
"Oh, certainly, I'll yield everything except my ride." Madge's horse stood pawing the ground, showing how obdurate and untamable was his spirit.

She exclaimed at the beauty of the saddle and its housings, and said, "Thank you, Graydon," so charmingly that he anathematized himself for giving her a brute instead of a horse.

"I should have satisfied myself better about him," he thought, "and have looked further." In a moment she had the animal by the head, and was patting his neck, while he turned an eye of fire down upon her, and showed no relenting in his chafed and excited mood.

Graydon meanwhile examined everything carefully, and saw that the bridle had a powerful curb.
"Well," said he, ruefully, "if you will, you will." "Yes; in no other way can I satisfy you," was her quiet reply.
"Let us get away, then; spectators are gathering.

You should be able to hold him with this rein.