“Yes, yes, too heavy,” he said, “but that’s not my fault; the foreman came just as we were starting, and would have three hundredweight more put on to save him trouble, and I must get on with it as well as I can.”

He was raising the whip again, when the lady said, “Pray, stop; I think I can help you if you will let me.”

The man laughed.

“You see,” she said, “you do not give him a fair chance; he cannot use all his power with his head held back as it is with that checkrein; if you would take it off I am sure he would do better⁠—do try it,” she said persuasively, “I should be very glad if you would.”

“Well, well,” said Jakes, with a short laugh, “anything to please a lady, of course. How far would you wish it down, ma’am?”

“Quite down, give him his head altogether.”