No use to advise Mr. Scott. He had heard that your true cavalryman delights in a trot.
"Just change it, will you," he commanded.
The footman glanced at Helen before complying.
"Certainly," she said; "put the rein on the snaffle-rings, Hayward."
Hayward obeyed and they were off. He watched them out of sight, and remarked as he turned into the stable:
"What he doesn't know is something considerable."
* * * * *
"If all the flunkeys were as modest and respectful as they are timorous," Bobby said to Helen as they rode off, "the service would be greatly improved the world over. And if they were as full of courage as they are of conceit, bravery would be a drug on the market. I believe you said Hayward is your footman?"
"Yes," Helen answered.
"That explains it. These coachmen and footmen become so accustomed to carriage cushions that the saddle is an uncertain and rather fearsome seat for them. Their personal fears would not be out of the way if they would not impute them to men who can ride."