ANNOUNCER
And on into the storm they rode. Another hour—another change of horses. It is after midnight and they come upon a stretch of good road—
URIAH
Here we be on the turnpike.
RODNEY
URIAH
It's nigh onto thirty mile.
RODNEY
But we've got fifty miles more! Can we make it?
URIAH
We got to make et. How ye feelin'?
RODNEY
I guess I'll—hold out.
URIAH
Then let's step along a mite and make up some of thet time we lost in the storm.
RODNEY
All right. Tch—tch—come along.
URIAH
Giddap, boy! [beat of horses' hoofs increases] [to himself] Fifty mile. We got to make et, boy—we got to make 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
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]