"Give him the spur, then!"
"I would if I had 'em."
"Then ride in front of me, and I'll whip him up from behind."
And so they went along pretty well for some time, but when the towers and steeples of the county-town drew very much nearer, shaggy Hanák began to complain that his saddle was nearly falling off.
"Dismount, then, and fix it tighter!"
The fellow dismounted accordingly, but he was fumbling about with it such a long time that Maria, growing impatient, herself leaped to the ground and tightened his saddle-girths.
"And now up you get and off again!"
Shaggy Hanák stuck all five fingers into his hairy poll and scratched his head all round beneath his cap, then suddenly, with an artful grin, he turned his face towards Maria.
"Hark ye! Are we really going into the town?"
"Of course we are."