Monkey Brand and Jerry watched her closely.
"Keep walking in front of me," called the girl sharply. "And move with me."
Both obeyed, eyeing the girl over their shoulders, and slowly gathering way.
Then she spoke to her horse; and he stole away, easy and quiet as a tide, Boy leaning forward, the two pacing horses, one on either side, leading him by half a length.
"Yes," commented Old Mat, as he slung his glasses round and adjusted them. "You'd think a little child could ride him be the look of it."
The three rose at the first fence all together, the white shirt sandwiched between the dark jackets.
Jim Silver felt a thrill at his heart. That thunder of hoofs moved him to his deeps.
"Gallops very wide behind," he remarked casually.
"That's Berserk, that is," muttered the old man, adjusting his glasses. "Chucks the mud about a treat, don't he?"
Billy Bluff was straining on his lead, whimpering to be after his big friend, while Albert leaned back against the wind, holding him.