Horse pace

Usage examples of trot.

Mallet strode five paces behind the big Napan woman, Spindle trotting at his heels, followed by Antsy, with Trotts a dozen paces back as rearguard.

After they passed, we trotted west into an Arco station that had one of those little Minimart places.

They obeyed immediately, Assh surreptitiously trotting ahead and busying himself sniffing amongst the piles of refuse that lined the street, and Frey dropping back and crossing to the other side to do the same.

Captain Barker, left alone, rearranged his neckcloth, contemplated his crooked legs for a moment with some disgust, and began to trot up and down the grass-plot, whistling the while with great energy and no regard for tune.

Dy Ferrej had the pleasure of trotting out an old tale or two for a new audience, which Ista could not begrudge him.

CHAPTER LX That same afternoon, Lady Bellamy ordered out the victoria with the fast trotting horse, and drove to the Abbey House.

Fenellan eyed benevolently the worthy attorney, whose innermost imp burst out periodically, like a Dutch clocksentry, to trot on his own small grounds for thinking himself of the community of the man of the world.

Karenja took the glass and headed off at a trot, while Sloane pulled his pack off and took out a piece of biltong and began chewing laboriously on it.

Under normal circumstances, it took a great deal of encouragement to get Blotchy to move at anything beyond a jolting trot.

She gave Bounder his head and let him cover the distance at his own rough trot.

The Dervish ranks rolled forward, the horses trotting and the camels pacing steadily, the men upon their backs brandishing their weapons and chanting their war cries.

He trotted up the stone stairs, and the scuffling sound of his shoes faded upwards into the world of men, and Brat was left alone with the past.

Lukien waved his lieutenants forward, and Trager and Breck trotted out of the mass.

Savage swung down the winding walk toward the estate gate, and Bill Browder trotted at his side.

Nurse stripped off her wet habit, and huddled her into a dressing-gown, and made her sit by the fire, while she herself bustled about, first trotting off to mix a cordial, which she made Venetia drink, then rubbing her chilled feet, tidying the room, laying out an evening-gown, and all the time talking, talking, but never waiting for answers, and only looking at Venetia out of the corners of her sharp old eyes.