his cloth riding-gaiters, out of the room. The young men got their own horses out of the stable.

“Can you ride?” Brangwen asked her.

“I should like to if I could — I have never tried,” she said.

“Come then, an' have a try,” he said.

And he lifted her, he blushing, she laughing, into the saddle.

“I s'll slip off — it's not a lady's saddle,” she cried.

“Hold yer tight,” he said, and he led her out of the hotel gate.

The girl sat very insecurely, clinging fast. He put a hand on her waist, to support her. And he held her closely, he clasped her as in