He urged his horse on by whip and voice, but as he did so, some one jumped over the gate that led into the quarry, and made towards him.

He was so much alarmed that he spurred the mare vigorously.

He was sure it was a robber.

He turned his whip, and held the heavy handle ready for a blow, which fell, in effect on the robber or ghost, or whatever it was, that leapt upon his leg, and seemed, to his imagination, to lay hold of it.
A loud howl, and then a sharp, joyous bark, however, soon told him who the intruder was, and gave him courage to encounter the jumpings and gambols of his own good dog, Lion.
The mare kicked, and Mr Prothero exclaimed, 'Lion! Lion! down, good dog, down! Don't upset me, Lion, bach.

Let me get off, Lion! Name o' goodness, be quiet, dog! There; now you may jump as you will.