'To reach the high-road, we must take this fence,' said Captain Goring, finding that the narrow lane they had pursued, ended in a species of cul de sac.
'Not a gap, not a gate is in sight.'
'And by Jove, Miss Cheyne, it is a rasper!' he exclaimed. 'Allow me to go first, then follow, head up and hand low.'
He measured the distance, cleared the fence, and came safely down on the hard road beyond.
With a little cry of half delight and half terror curiously mingled, the girl rushed her horse at the fence, but barely cleared it, as its hoofs touched the summit.
'What a nasty buck jump,' said Goring. 'Is that an Irish horse, used to double fences, I wonder?'
'And all my back-hair has come down.'
'Glorious hair it is, below your waist and more.'
'And all my own,' said the girl laughing, as she placed her switch between her pearly teeth, and with her gauntleted hands proceeded to knot the coils deftly up; 'all my own, by production, and not by purchase. And now for home,' she added, as they broke into an easy trot. 'Such a hard mouth this animal has!' she exclaimed, after a pause; 'my poor wrists are quite weary.'
'Why do you ride him?'