“Why not? How else am I going to find out anything about him?”
“He looks—dangerous,” she faltered.
“I'm tired of horses that haven't any life in them,” he said, as he lifted off the saddle.
“I guess we'd better get him in the barn,” said the farmer.
Honora went behind them to witness the operation, which was not devoid of excitement. The great beast plunged savagely when they tightened the girths, and closed his teeth obstinately against the bit; but the farmer held firmly to his nose and shut off his wind. They led him out from the barn floor.
“Your name Chiltern?” asked the farmer.
“Yes,” said Hugh, curtly.
“Thought so,” said the farmer, and he held the horse's head.
Honora had a feeling of faintness.
“Hugh, do be careful!” she pleaded.