For a mile Keith had showed signs of a mind not at ease, and at last he made bold to speak.
“I thought Rex was to be your saddle-horse?” he said abruptly to Beatrice.
“He was; but when Dick brought Goldie home, last night, I fell in love with him on sight, and just teased Dick till he told me I might have him to ride.”
“I thought Dick had some sense,” Keith said gloomily.
“He has. He knew there would be no peace till he surrendered.”
“I didn't know you were going to ride him, when I sold him to Dick. He's not safe for a woman.”
“Does he buck, Mr. Cameron? Dick said he was gentle.” Beatrice had seen a horse buck, one day, and had a wholesome fear of that form of equine amusement.
“Oh, no. I never knew him to.”
“Then I don't mind anything else. I'm accustomed to horses,” said Beatrice, and smiled welcome to Sir Redmond, who came up with them at that moment.
“You want to ride him with a light rein,” Keith cautioned, clinging to the subject. “He's tenderbitted, and nervous. He won't stand for any jerking, you see.”