But she may give you a little trouble.

It is not every rider she will brook upon her back; yet if you can master her, she will bear you to the world's end faithfully." Tom approached the mare indicated, who looked at him, laying back her ears and showing the whites of her eyes, sidling a little over in her stall with the evident intention of trying to get a kick at the stranger.

But Tom coolly walked up to her head, and began caressing her with a perfect fearlessness which presently disarmed her suspicion.

She was accustomed to see men flinch and quail before her, and despised the race accordingly.

But the few who bad no fear of her she recognized as her masters, and she gave them the love of her heart and the best of her powers.
"That will do, Tom," said Lord Claud's voice from behind; "you have won my lady's capricious fancy.
"Bring up the mare and Lucifer in an hour's time, saddled and bridled, and fed for the evening," he added, speaking to the servant; "you will probably have them back some time tomorrow, but of that I cannot speak with certainty." He took Tom's arm as he left the yard, saying in his nonchalant fashion: "Sometimes after one of these affairs of honour it is well to take oneself off for a while.