That blonde head of his was right against her neck, and when she reared he clung to her till she lifted him off his feet.

He got the best of her, though, and the first thing she knew he was on her back.

Jove! how she did plunge! but he mastered her; he sat superbly.

I felt Gifford had the making of a man in him, after that.

He inherits his father's pluck.