Blest if he warn't throwed time and agin, and knocked round like a bag o' meal.

But the pluck of that boy did beat all, and he 'peared to like it, and kep on as ef bound to beat." "But, Silas, you should have stopped it the boy might have been killed," said Mr.Bhaer, wondering what freak his irrepressibles would take into their heads next.
"S'pose I oughter; but there warn't no real danger, for Charlie ain't no tricks, and is as pretty a tempered horse as ever I see.

Fact was, I couldn't bear to spile sport, for ef there's any thing I do admire it's grit, and Dan is chock full on 't.

But now I know he's hankerin' after a saddle, and yet won't take even the old one on the sly; so I just thought I'd up and tell, and may be you'd let him try what he can do.
Mr.Laurie won't mind, and Charlie's all the better for 't." "We shall see;" and off went Mr.Bhaer to inquire into the matter.
Dan owned up at once, and proudly proved that Silas was right by showing off his power over Charlie; for by dint of much coaxing, many carrots, and infinite perseverance, he really had succeeded in riding the colt with a halter and blanket.

Mr.Laurie was much amused, and well pleased with Dan's courage and skill, and let him have a hand in all future performances; for he set about Charlie's education at once, saying that he was not going to be outdone by a slip of a boy.