"Um."
"Mean it—on business?"
"Oh no, merely out for a ride."
But my new mount had betrayed me to this wheeling Sherlock Holmes.
"Ah, you'll get over that sort of thing by-an'-bye. Just after I'd learned to stick on, I was like you—
The stiffest breeze was never too stiff,
Nor the highest hill too high.
Ha, ha! Not bad, is it? But as I was saying, I got over it. The bloom is off the rye'-din. Ha, ha!"
"Oh, come now," I expostulated meekly.
"Never mind, no 'fence, you know. Bye-bye." Then to the driver—"S'pose we see if we can't knock a sprint out of the old quad., eh? Ha, ha!"