came not through the flicking of his conscience
like his former feeling, but through sudden awakening
to physical discomfort. For a time he did
not know what it was -- though he had questioned
the new grip on the reins, the rider's seat, his
weight. There it was. The man's weight. Miguel
had been heavy, of course, but Miguel's seat had
been short-lived. This man must weigh fully as
much as Miguel, and twice as much as his mistress,
and he had been on his back now a long time.
There came another something. As Pat grew
aware of the weight it seemed to become heavier,
so he decided to seek relief of some sort. He
dropped back into a walk, grimly taking his comfort
into his own control. And, half expecting
that the man would force him into a canter again,
he continued at a walk. But neither by word nor
movement did the man show that he noticed
the change. So Pat settled to his task again,
once more enjoying quiet satisfaction.

But neither did this last. He soon found another
cause for dissatisfaction. He found it because,
unconsciously, he was looking for it. He
found it this time in the tight grip on his reins,
which was setting up a sore chafing in the corners
of his mouth. His mistress had never held him
so tightly. The result of it, together with his
other discomfort, was that he became sullen and
antagonistic, and, descending the slight grade to
the bridge, he determined to resist. And resist
he did. He came to a sudden stop, threw down
his head, pitched and bucked frantically. His

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