"Now," said Penhallow, "put a foot on my knee and up you go." "But, there's no saddle." "There are two.

The Lord of horses put one on the back of a horse and another under a man.

Up! sir." John got on.

"Grip him with your legs, hold on to the mane if you like, but not by the reins." The pony feeling no urgency to move stood still and nibbled the young grass.

A smart tap of the Squire's whip started him, and John rolled off.
"Come, sir, get on." The boys from the stable grinned.