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