"None of your limbs broken," said Miles. "I guess you'll do."
"I'm badly shaken up," moaned Peabody.
"It will do you good," said Miles bluntly.
"You had better try it yourself, then," retorted Peabody, with unwonted spirit.
"Good for you!" laughed Miles. "I suspect you are not dead yet."
"What made you put me on such a vicious beast?" asked Peabody of the owner.
"Solomon isn't vicious; he's only lazy," said Chapman. "We can't blame him much."
"I think he ought to be shot," said Peabody, painfully rising, and stretching out one limb after another to make sure that none was broken.
"You seem to be unlucky, Mr. Peabody," said Tom.
"I'm always unlucky," moaned Peabody.