"No, sir, and he wouldn't. He'd be afraid of his life."
"Did you ever ride on him yourself, John?"
"Yes, sir, I did that same. I rid him once too often. Before I knew where I was I found myself lyin' in the road lookin' up to the stars, of which I saw plenty, though it was broad daylight."
"How long ago was that?"
"Two months ago, jist after we got him. I hain't been on his back since."
Gilbert now began to look serious. He was beginning to understand a little better how matters stood.
"I shouldn't think Mr. Grey or Jasper would have let me ride him if he was so dangerous," he said, after a pause.
"Nor I," said John. "Faith, they care less for your neck than their own, I'm thinkin'."
"It is lucky I am a good rider, or you might never have seen me again. I conquered him, but it wasn't easy. Six months ago he would have conquered me."
"All's well that ends well," said John, philosophically. "He won't be up to any more of his tantrums when you are on his back, I'm thinkin'. Horses have a good mimery, and they know their master."