“True. Good lad. So I have. Now then, give me your leg. That’s it. Steady. Up you go.”
“That’s better,” I cried, settling myself into my place.
“Better! No, it isn’t. It’s not so bad only, sir. Now, then, sit up so that a line dropped from your temple would go down by your heel. Better. Get your fork well open.”
“What?”
“Sit close down on the horse’s back, then. No, no, you don’t want to scratch your ear.”
“Well, I know, that,” I said, laughing.
“Then what did you cock up your knee that way for? Let your legs hang down. That’s better. Toes up and heels well down.”
“What for, Lomax?”
“Don’t ask questions. Do as I tell you. Well, there you’re right. Toes up so that they just rest in the stirrups.”
“But I haven’t got any stirrups.”