No, if he's a man he'll jump in and enjoy himself all the more because the waves are high and the waters deep.

So it was very good fun to us, simple as it might sound to some people.

It was pleasant to be bowling along over the firm green turf, along the plain, through the forest, gully, and over the creek.
Our horses were fresh, and we had a scurry or two, of course; but there wasn't one that could hold a candle to Jim's brown horse.

He was a long-striding, smooth goer, but he got over the ground in wonderful style.

He could jump, too, for Jim put him over a big log fence or two, and he sailed over them like a forester buck over the head of a fallen wattle.
Well, we'd had our lark at the Bundah Royal Hotel, and were coming home to tea at the station, all in good spirits, but sober enough, when, just as we were crossing one of the roads that came through the run--over the 'Pretty Plain', as they called it--we heard a horse coming along best pace.