"Faster? It is forbidden."
"Forbidden by whom?"
"By the rules, deuce take it! I know my business, you bet!" "Look here, Levasseur ..."
"What is it?"
"Let me get down."
"Ooh!... ooh!"
The carriage stopped; I got out, and I cut a branch from an elm by the roadside.
"Look here," he said, looking on with great uneasiness, "you are not cutting off that switch to whip my horses with, I hope?"
"Make yourself easy on that score, Levasseur," I said, as I got back into the carriage. "Go on!"
"It is all very well to say go on; but have you cut that stick to beat my horses with is what I want to know?"