Charlie, and during that space of time he utterly failed
The horse seemed to have made up his mind for what
is vulgarly termed "a lark."
"It won't do, Henri," said Joe, advancing towards
his companion, and wiping his forehead with the cuff
of his leathern coat; "I can't catch him. The wind's
a'most blowed out o' me body."
"Dat am vexatiable," replied Henri, in a tone of
commiseration. "S'pose I wos make try?"
"In that case I s'pose ye would fail. But go ahead,