"I'd put my foot in between the flaps above the stirrup. Help me up, sir?"
"I'd rather not."
Molly pouted.
"Stingy!"
"But no woman ever rode that horse--not many men but me. I don't know what he'd do."
"Only one way to find out."
Jed, approaching, joined the conversation.
"I rid him," said he. "He's a goer all right, but he ain't mean."
"I don't know whether he would be bad or not with a lady," Banion still argued. "These Spanish horses are always wild. They never do get over it. You've got to be a rider."
"You think I'm not a rider? I'll ride him now to show you! I'm not afraid of horses."