And by the shore, when the small waves lapped against his mare's fore-feet, he heard Taffy's shout for the first time and turned in his saddle.

Even so it was a second or two before he recognised the figure which came plunging down the low cliff on his left, avoiding a fall only by wild clutches at the swaying elder boughs.
"Hello!" he shouted cheerfully.

"Looks nasty, doesn't it ?" Taffy came down the beach, near enough to see that the mare's legs were plastered with mud, and to look up into his enemy's face.
"Get down," he panted.
"Hey ?" "Get down, I tell you.

Come off your horse and put up your fists!" "What the devil is the matter?
Hello!.

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