“Mutineer!” said Peter, with an inflection of voice decidedly commanding.

“I covered a hundred yards to your seventy,” Mutineer told the roan mare.  “On a mile track I could go round you twice, without getting out of breath.  I could beat you now, even with double mount easily.  But my Peter has dropped the reins and that puts me on my honor.  Good-bye.”  Mutineer checked his great racing stride, broke to a canter; dropped to a trot; altered that to a walk, and stopped.

Peter had been rather astonished at the weight he had lifted.  Peter had never lifted a woman before.  His chief experience in the weight of human-kind had been in wrestling matches at the armory, and only the largest and most muscular men in the regiment cared to try a bout with him.  Of course Peter knew as a fact that women were lighter than men, but after bracing himself, much as he would have done to try the cross-buttock with two hundred pounds of bone and brawn, he marvelled much at the ease with which he transferred the rider.  “She can’t weigh over eighty pounds,” he thought.  Which was foolish, for the woman actually weighed one hundred and eighteen, as Peter afterwards learned.

The woman also surprised Peter in another way.  Scarcely had she been placed in front of him, than she put her arms about his neck and buried her face in his shoulder.  She was not crying, but she was drawing her breath in great gasps in a manner which scared Peter terribly.  Peter had never had a woman cling to him in that way, and frightened as he was, he made three very interesting discoveries: 

1.  That a man’s shoulder seems planned by nature as a resting place for a woman’s head.

2.  That a man’s arm about a woman’s waist is a very pleasant position for the arm.

3.  That a pair of woman’s arms round a man’s neck, with the clasped hands, even if gloved, just resting on the back of his neck, is very satisfying.

Peter could not see much of the woman.  His arm told him that she was decidedly slender, and he could just catch sight of a small ear and a cheek, whose roundness proved the youth of the person.  Otherwise he could only see a head of very pretty brown hair, the smooth dressing of which could not entirely conceal its longing to curl.

When Mutineer stopped, Peter did not quite know what to do.  Of course it was his duty to hold the woman till she recovered herself.  That was a plain duty—­and pleasant.  Peter said to himself that he really was sorry for her, and thought his sensations were merely the satisfaction of a father in aiding his daughter.  We must forgive his foolishness, for Peter had never been a father, and so did not know the parental feeling.

It had taken Mutineer twenty seconds to come to a stand, and for ten seconds after, no change in the condition occurred.  Then suddenly the woman stopped her gasps.  Peter, who was looking down at her, saw the pale cheek redden.  The next moment, the arms were taken from his neck and the woman was sitting up straight in front of him.  He got a downward look at the face, and he thought it was the most charming he had ever seen.