In a moment the boy returned. The Fat Lady was standing beside the cab—the exhausted horse contemplating her with no friendly eye.
"Git in!" said she.
"Don't you do it," the driver warned.
"Git in!" the Fat Lady repeated.
"Not if he knows what's good for him," said the driver. "Not first."
The boy hesitated.
"Git in, child!" screamed the Fat Lady.
"Don't you do it," said the driver.
"Child," the Fat Lady gasped, exasperated, "git in!"
"Not first," the driver repeated. "There ain't room for both; and once she lets her weight down——"