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

No—I—I guess I'm all right.

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