“Back!” says Mark. “If we do any walkin’ it’ll be ahead.”
“Sixteen miles to Sunfield,” says I.
Mark turned around to the liveryman. “Got a good horse to rent us?”
“Nary horse,” says the man. “Every rig I got’s engaged. Travelin’ men rented ’em last night.”
“Anybody else r-rent horses here?”
“Nobody,” says the man.
“We g-got to git to Sunfield,” says Mark. “How’ll we manage it?”
“Walk,” says the man.
“Hain’t there an automobile?” says I.
“Nary a soul in this burg owns one of them things,” says he.