'Hang it! I may as well see the run,' added he; so hooking the piebald on to an old stone gate-post that stood in the ragged fence, and lengthening a stirrup-leather, he vaulted into the saddle, and began lengthening the other as he went.
It was one of Parvo's going days; indeed, it was that that old Leather and he had quarrelled about--Parvo wanting to follow the hounds, while Leather wanted to wait for his master.

And Parvo had the knack of going, as well as the occasional inclination.

Although such a drayhorse-looking animal, he could throw the ground behind him amazingly; and the deep-holding clay in which he now found himself was admirably suited to his short, powerful legs and enormous stride.

The consequence was, that he was very soon up with the hindmost horsemen.

These he soon passed, and was presently among those who ride hard when there is nothing to stop them.