"Dismount.

Now again!" Nic dismounted, and mounted once more.
"Not so good as the first time, Nic.

There, take your gun.

Mind: never do that! It's the worst of high treason to let your gun-muzzle point at anybody." "I beg pardon, father." "Granted, on condition that you are more careful for the future," said the doctor, springing into his seat in a way that excited his son's envy.
"Shall I try again, father ?" "No; it will only fidget your horse.

Come along.