TOM
Good-bye—good luck.
URIAH
Tch—tch—giddap! [sound of horses' hoofs]
TOM [off—fading]
I'll bet ye a new hat ye don't make Philadelphia!
URIAH [yelling back]
I'll bet ye a hat and a new pair o' boots—come on, boy! [sound of horses' hoofs]
ANNOUNCER
And now two hours later Rodney is riding ahead when his horse stops suddenly—