Do you understand what that means, Nic ?" "Yes, father; but you have learned to ride." "Yes, and more, boy.

It means the confidence which comes of knowledge.
When I came out here, years ago, I had not been on horseback for twenty years; I was a miserable invalid, and when I mounted my horse--a necessity out in a wild country like this--I suffered a martyrdom of nervous dread.

But I did what you have just done, made up my mind that I would master my fear and ride, and I won.

It took me a whole year.
As for you, it will not take you a month." "So little time ?" cried Nic excitedly.
"Or less.

We have about a week's journey before us; and from what I have just learned, I shall be greatly surprised if you do not canter up to the station with me, a little stiff and sore about the knees, but good friends with Sour Sorrel there, and ready to think riding a delightful accomplishment." Nic shook his head.
"You don't know me yet, father," said the boy sadly.
"Better than you know yourself," replied the doctor.