ANNOUNCER
And so out into the July night rode Caesar Rodney and the postrider, bound for Philadelphia eighty miles away—an hour—two hours—past the first remount station—it is nearing eleven o'clock. [sound of horses' hoofs and thunder]
RODNEY
Is that thunder?
URIAH
Cal'ate thet's what 'tis.
RODNEY
I hope it doesn't rain.
URIAH
'Twon't help us none ef et does.
RODNEY
I don't see how we can ever make it if it starts raining.
URIAH
We got to make et—rain or no rain. I give my word of honor to Mr. McKeen. Git along, boy—tch—tch.
RODNEY
It's sprinkling.
URIAH
I felt et. [another peal of thunder closer] [sound of rain and wind]
RODNEY
I guess it's on us.
URIAH
Here—draw up yer hoss!
RODNEY
URIAH
Never mind—do what I say! Whoa, boy, whoa! Here, put on my greatcoat!
RODNEY
Oh, no, no!
URIAH
Ye need et. Do as I say. Ye been ill, and I ain't a-goin' to hev ye catchin' yer death o' cold—here ye be—now put et on.
RODNEY [giving in]
But—but what will you do—Uriah?
URIAH
I'm rugged—I don't need et. [exchanging coat]
RODNEY
Really, you oughtn't to do this.
URIAH
I'm a-doin' et—thar ye be! [another clap of thunder and storm noises] She's a-comin' down now! Come on, follow me! Giddap, boy!
RODNEY
Giddap! [sound of horses' hoofs]