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Certain sensations of the hands and knees called the little man back to more immediate things. He became aware of something. He rode up beside his gaunt fellow. "Do you notice the horses?" he said in an undertone. The gaunt face looked interrogation. CERTAIN SENSATIONS OF THE HANDS AND KNEES CALLED THE LITTLE MAN BACK TO MORE IMMEDIATE THINGS HE BECAME AWARE OF SOMETHING HE RODE UP BESIDE HIS GAUNT FELLOW DO YOU NOTICE THE HORSES HE SAID IN AN UNDERTONE THE GAUNT FACE LOOKED INTERROGATION
 its flight. “There was no foam,” he said. For a space the man with the silver-studded bridle stared up the valley. “Oh, come on!” he cried at last. “What does it matter?” and jerked his horse into movement again. The little man left the insoluble mystery of a dog that fled from nothing but the wind, and lapsed into profound musings on human character. “Come on!” he whispered to himself. “Why should it be given to one man to say 'Come on!' with that stupendous violence of effect. Always, all his life, the man with the silver bridle has been saying that. If I said it—!” thought the little man. But people marvelled when the master was disobeyed even in the wildest things. This half-caste girl seemed to him, seemed to every one, mad—blasphemous almost. The little man, by way of comparison, reflected on the gaunt rider with the scarred lip, as stalwart as his master, as brave and, indeed, perhaps braver, and yet for him there was obedience, nothing but to give obedience duly and stoutly...  AND PASSED THE EYES OF THE LITTLE MAN FOLLOWED ITS FLIGHT THERE WAS NO FOAM HE SAID FOR A SPACE THE MAN WITH THE SILVER STUDDED BRIDLE STARED UP AT THE VALLEY OH COME ON HE CRIED AT LAST WHAT DOES IT MATTER AND JERKED HIS HORSE INTO MOVEMENT AGAIN THE LITTLE MAN LEFT THE INSOLUBLE MYSTERY OF A DOG THAT FLED FROM NOTHING BUT THE WIND AND LAPSED INTO PROFOUND MUSINGS ON HUMAN CHARACTER COME ON HE WHISPERED TO HIMSELF WHY SHOULD IT BE GIVEN TO ONE MAN TO SAY COME ON WITH THAT STUPENDOUS VIOLENCE OF EFFECT ALWAYS ALL HIS LIFE THE MAN WITH THE SILVER BRIDLE HAD BEEN SAYING THAT IF I SAID IT THOUGHT THE LITTLE MAN BUT PEOPLE MARVELLED WHEN THE MASTER WAS DISOBEYED EVEN IN THE WILDEST THINGS THIS HALF CASTE GIRL SEEMED TO HIM SEEMED TO EVERY ONE MAD BLASPHEMOUS ALMOST THE LITTLE MAN BY WAY OF COMPARISON REFLECTED ON THE GAUNT RIDER WITH A SCARRED LIP AS STALWART AS HIS MASTER AS BRAVE AND INDEED PERHAPS BRAVER AND YET FOR HIM THERE WAS OBEDIENCE NOTHING BUT TO GIVE OBEDIENCE DULY AND STOUTLY
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