Ump's bed had not been slept in, and there was about him the warm smell of a horse.
We followed him to the stable, Ump galloping like a great rabbit.
I had no idea of what Ump was up to, but I should learn no earlier by a volley of questions.
The idea of resting the horse was so delicious that Ump and Jud laughed too.
But I talked with Ump about it, and in the light of these ...