A quick-firer banged from its sponson mount, and a shell threw up a fountain of spray to their left. Paul laughed as he glanced after her and, flinging himself onto his horse, rode away to the stables at a reckless pace, as if to work off some emotion for which he could find no other vent.
He looked exceedingly pleased with himself, and hummed a little tune as he rode off. It was surely not elinor brinton who could have said. All you need to do is get your speed up enough to hold altitude.