You tried to throw yourself over.

Never mind; you'll soon learn.
Look at me.

One moment: take your gun." Nic took the gun handed to him, and was shown how to carry it across his rein arm, and then he enviously watched his father take hold of a wisp of the horse's mane, place a foot in the stirrup, and lightly swing himself into the saddle, while his horse hung toward him a little, otherwise remained perfectly still.
"You'll soon do it, Nic.

Legs feel stiff ?" "A bit cramped," replied the boy.
"Forward, then, at a walk.

I shall not hold your rein now.