Stay with him.

An orderly has your horse." A French soldier held for him a horse bearing all the proper equipment, and John, saluting the general, sprang into the saddle.

He was a good horseman, and now he felt thoroughly sure of himself.

If it came to the worst, and he was unseated, the earth was not far away, but if he were thrown out of the _Arrow_ he would have a long and terrible time in falling.
General Vaugirard had not yet mounted, but stood beside a huge black horse, fit to carry such a weight.

He was listening and looking with the deepest attention and his staff was silent around him.