ke et--come on--tch--tch--come
on--and don't ye make a misstep.

RODNEY [_off a bit_]

Oh--whoa! Ow! [_thud of falling body, a groan_]

URIAH

Whoa, boy! Hey! What's the matter? What's happened?

RODNEY [_off_]

Quick! Catch the horse--I'm off.

URIAH

Hey! Whoa, thar--whoa, thar--stand still thar, boy! Thar--I got ye!
[_calling_] Where are ye, Mr. Rodney? What happened? Be ye hurt?

RODNEY

No--I--I guess I'm all right.

URIAH

How'd he throw ye?

RODNEY [_in_]

I don't know--the saddle slipped--then it came clear off and I came with
it.

URIAH

Here--hold the hosses, will ye--let me see thet saddle! Ah-ha!--Girth
broken!

RODNEY

Can you fix it?

URIAH

Ain't got time.

RODNEY

I'm afraid I can't--can't keep a seat bareback.

URIAH

Here--you climb on my hoss--I'll take your'n.

RODNEY

But--

URIAH

Not another word--climb aboard, thar. [_sound of getting Rodney on
horse_] All right, boy, stand still. Thar we be! Go along with ye!

BOTH

Tch--tch--giddap! [_sound of horses' hoofs_]

ANNOUNCER

And now five miles farther into the next remount station. Rodney and
Uriah clatter up to the stable and find the stable closed, with
everything dark.

URIAH

Whoa, boy! Hm--cal'ate they've all gone to bed. Wal', we'll fetch 'em
out. Hold the hosses a minute!

RODNEY

All right.

URIAH

I'll git thet lazy stableman out! Here's where he lives. Hey! Wake up!
[_knocking_]

Wake up--come on out here. [_knocking_] Come on--we want a pair of
hosses--wake up thar.

TOM [_off_]

Hey--what's goin' on out there? What do ye want?

URIAH

We want some hosses--come on out. [_door opens_]

TOM

Who is et?

URIAH

Et's Uriah Clarke of Philadelphia.

TOM

Oh, hello, Uriah. Kinda late fer ye to be out, ain't et?

URIAH

Oh, hello, Tom. I'm in a big hurry--come on--saddle me a couple of yer
best hosses!

TOM

Pshaw now, I'm right put out.

URIAH

Eh? What the trouble?

TOM

I let my last hoss go not two hour ago.

URIAH

Yer last hoss?

TOM

Yes, sir--my last fresh one.

URIAH

Wal', we've got to have two hosses. Give us what ye got.

TOM

There's nothin' in the stable but two hosses thet come in so tuckered
out they couldn't hardly eat their corn--ye'll hev to go on with the
hosses ye got--less'n ye want to wait until mornin'.

URIAH

We got to be in Philadelphia by mornin'.

TOM

Philadelphia? Ye'll never make et.

URIAH

We g