ANNOUNCER
So McKeen hurried to the postrider's stable. Now the postrider was to the people of Revolutionary days what the telegraph or the telephone is to us today. He carried messages at a very rapid rate, for those days, by changing horses every ten or fifteen miles.
As McKeen came up to the post stable, he saw the stableman sitting on a bench, hard at work cleaning a saddle.
MCKEEN
Good day, sir.
URIAH
Day to ye.
MCKEEN
I want a postrider.
URIAH
Wal', postriders are all out, sir.
MCKEEN
Oh, too bad! When do you expect one back?
URIAH
Dunno fer certain. Mebbe three or four hours—mebbe longer.
MCKEEN
But look here—I can't wait that long—I want one right away!
URIAH
I'm right sorry, sir, but thar ain't nawthin' I kin do about et. Come back this evenin' and I kin hev a man fer ye, but not before.
MCKEEN
URIAH
My name's Uriah Clarke—at yer service.
MCKEEN
All right, Mr. Clarke, I've got to have a postrider to carry a very important message to Dover, Delaware, to get a man back here from Dover by nine o'clock tomorrow morning.
URIAH
Dover, Delaware, and back?
MCKEEN
Yes, by nine tomorrow morning!
URIAH
Why, sir, it's nigh onto eighty mile to Delaware.
MCKEEN
I know it.
URIAH
Eighty mile thar and eighty mile back—why, pshaw, sir, we couldn't do thet under a whole day—even ef we hed a rider to send out right now—which we ain't.
MCKEEN
Twenty-five pounds if you'll do it!
URIAH
But how kin we? Ain't I jest told ye we ain't got no riders?
MCKEEN
Why can't you go?
URIAH
Law, sir, I ain't rode a trip like thet fer years. It 'ud more than likely kill me.
MCKEEN
URIAH
No, sir!
MCKEEN
Name your own sum.
URIAH
Ye couldn't pay me, sir—not fer thet ride. I know thet road like a book—bad, slow, hard on hoss flesh when ye take it easy. I'd stave up half my hosses—not to mention myself, sir, and I hev a mind fer myself, too.
MCKEEN
Change riders—change your horses oftener—but make it you must!
URIAH
Not ef 'twas a matter of life and death, sir.
MCKEEN
It's more than that!
URIAH
Eh? What? What ye talkin' about?
MCKEEN
It's a matter of life and death for a nation—our country!
URIAH
Is et somethin' to do with Congress, sir?
MCKEEN
It is.
URIAH
Wal', sir, I'm a Son of Liberty, and et's my sworn duty to go whar I'm wanted fer liberty, and ef thet's et—
MCKEEN
URIAH
Then I'll go.
MCKEEN
I'll pay your price.
URIAH
Thar won't be no price! I'll git yer man to Philadelphia tomorrow mornin' ef I hev to carry him myself. Who's yer man?
MCKEEN
Caesar Rodney of Dover, Delaware. Here's a letter for him.
URIAH
Caesar Rodney—I'll fetch him!
MCKEEN
Good!
URIAH [going]
Hey, Jim! Throw a saddle on thet bay mare! [orders fade out]