Three on 'em, all in a row and comin' like the wind.

Squire he had his reins all right, but they 'osses didn't seem to mind 'un.

They was fair mad and bolted.

The leader he had got frightened at the heap o' stones theer, an' the others took scare from him.' Without a word Harold shook his reins and touched the horse with his whip.

The animal seemed to understand and sprang forward, covering the ground at a terrific pace.