...k, his assistant, cantered along the line on a little switch-tailed Kabuli pony who through long practice could have trotted securely over a trestle, ... ...a maouthful, too. The women-folk all say I hev to be humoured, an’ I don’t kerry things to the sweatin’-point.” “‘Course I’ve no prejudice against a t... ...and he rode the Clouded Tiger. They covered thirty miles a day on foot and pony, raising the blue wall-like line of the Satpuras as swiftly as might b... ...He would send for them, and, if that failed, he would put his dignity on a pony and fetch them himself. He had no conceivable right to make pearl-poac... ...” said Kittiwynk. “Then it’s slippery. Don’t play in the centre. There’s a bog there. I don’t know how their next four are going to behave, but we kep...

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