"Oh, I couldn't. Wouldn't he jump?"
"He'd better try!"
"Now, don't be cruel to him."
"What do you know about it? I've ridden since I could walk."
"Lucky you!"
"I'll teach you."
"Could you?"
"Give me a chance."
"Here's one! No, no, I didn't mean it," she cried as he dismounted and lifted her to the saddle. "Oh, I feel so high up. Don't move him till I get used to it. I'm not safe on this saddle. Put me a little further on, George. That's further forward! I'm nearly on his neck. No, I don't think I like it. Take me down."
"Keep still." The words were almost threatening in the gloom. "Sit steady. I'm coming up."