We think nothing of a few hundred miles here, and we shall be coming to see you, or you will us before very long.

Are you a good horseman?
That's a spirity-looking thing I see you're to ride." Nic was nonplussed, and his father came to his help: "Nic hasn't had time to practise much; he'll be a better rider next time he comes down to the front." "That's right," cried Lady O'Hara.

"There: goodbye, and bless you, my boy! Give my dear love to your mother, and tell her I shall want to steal you for a visit first time I come." "I shall not be able to spare him," said the doctor, who had mounted, and now held the rein of the second horse.

"Come, Nic, boy, up with you." Nic nervously raised his foot to the stirrup, made a desperate spring as he clung to the pommel and cantle of the saddle, and somehow came down in his seat; but the horse started, and nearly threw him on to its neck.
"Steady!" cried the doctor sharply, as he held the rein firmly; and, nervous and startled, Nic shuffled back and nipped the saddle with all the force of which his knees were capable.
"Are you all right, boy ?" cried the governor.
"Yes, sir," said Nic, as firmly as he could, though he was wondering how long it would be before he was all wrong.
"Good-bye, O'Hara," cried the doctor.

"You will hear from me when I get home." "Good-bye," cried the governor; and, leaning toward his old friend, he whispered: "I'd take care: that boy can't ride a bit." "I know," said the doctor.