On the Bright Shore
"Waxdorf lost at trente et quarante, and needed money. He bet inverse, and hit on a lucky series, but afterward fortune changed." Here he turned to the horse. "He is of pure Irish blood, and I will give my neck that there is not a better hunter on the whole Cornice; but it is difficult to mount him."
"Is he vicious?" inquired Svirski.
"Once you are in the saddle he is like a child. He is used to me; but you, for instance, could not mount him."
At this Svirski, who in matters of sport was childishly vain, asked at once,—
"How is that?"
"Do not try, especially here above the precipice!" cried Pani Elzen.
But Svirski had his hand on the horse's shoulder already, and a twinkle later was in the saddle, without the least resistance from the horse; perhaps the beast was not at all vicious, and understood, too, that on the edge of a cliff above a precipice it was better not to indulge in pranks.
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