“I don’t deny anythin’,” said Marcus Aurelius Antoninus, cautiously; “but ef you ast me, I should say ’twuz more different sorts o’ clipped oats of a lie than anythin’ I’ve had my teeth into sence I wuz foaled.”
“Are you a horse?” said the yellow horse.
“Them that knows me best ’low I am.”
“Ain’t I a horse?”
“Yep; one kind of.”
“Then ain’t you an’ me equal?”
“How fer kin you go in a day to a loaded buggy, drawin’ five hundred pounds?” Marcus asked carelessly.
“That has nothing to do with the case,” the yellow horse answered excitedly.
“There’s nothing I know hez more to do with the case,” Marcus replied.
“Kin ye yank a full car outer de tracks ten times in de mornin’?” said Muldoon.