TOM
Philadelphia? Ye'll never make et.
URIAH
We got to—I give my word. If ye can't give me a hoss, let me hev a saddle. We broke a saddle girth.
TOM
All right, Uriah—I'll git ye a saddle! Come on—but ye'll never make Philadelphia by mornin'! Not with the roads the way they be!
URIAH
We got to make et.
TOM
Here—git this door open! [sound of opening door] There's a saddle fer ye.