Here we both are, wishing harm to nobody, but with a million men shooting over our backs." The horse, emboldened by the friendly voice, came nearer and nuzzled at the human friend whom he had found so opportunely, and who, although so much smaller than himself, was, as he knew, so much more powerful.

This human comrade would show him what to do and protect him from all harm.
But John took alarm.

He too found pleasure in having a comrade, even if it were only a horse, but the animal would probably attract the attention of scouts or skirmishers.

He tried to shoo him away, but for a long time the horse would not move.

At last he pulled a heavy bunch of grass, wadded it together and threw it in his face.
The horse, staring at him reproachfully, turned and walked away.