The horse gave a wince, and a hitch up behind; as much as to say, 'If you do that again I'll kick in right earnest,' and then walked quietly out of the yard.
'I took the fiery edge off him yesterday, I think,' observed Jack, as he watched the horse's leisurely movements.
'Not so sure of that,' replied Sponge, adding, as he left the passage-window, 'He'll be trying him in the park; let's go and see him from my window.' Accordingly, our friends placed themselves at Sponge's bedroom window, and presently the clash of a gate announced that Sponge was right in his speculation.

In another second the horse and rider appeared in sight--the horse going much at his ease, but Mr.Pacey preparing himself for action.
He began working the bridle and kicking his sides, to get him into a canter; an exertion that produced quite a contrary effect, for the animal slackened his pace as Pacey's efforts increased.

When, however, he took his whip from under his arm, the horse darted right up into the air, and plunging down again, with one convulsive effort shot Mr.Pacey several yards over his head, knocking his head clean through his hat.

The brute then began to graze, as if nothing particular had happened.

This easy indifference, however, did not extend to the neighbourhood; for no sooner was Mr.Pacey floored than there was such a rush of grooms, and helpers, and footmen, and gardeners--to say nothing of women, from all parts of the grounds, as must have made it very agreeable to him to know how he had been watched.