"I'll be back in a minute," he said quietly to the woman. "I'm just going to have a look at the horses."
In the yard he found the yokel trying in vain to induce Banjo to enter a door that was too small for him.
"All right," said the young man. "He won't fit."
Mounting, he rode out into the field.
Banjo knew his master meant business directly he was in the saddle, and answered instantaneously to the call, dropping the nonsense, and settling down to work sober as a bishop.
The yokel watched the pair with admiration.
There was such power about them both.
The big man cantered across the field, put the gray at the fence, and cleared it without an effort.
There was a slight drop into a bridle-lane.
The man on the gray turned and cantered quietly along it.