“Four, risin’ five.”
“That’s where the trouble began. Driv’ by a woman, like ez not—eh?”
“Not fer long,” said the yellow horse, with a snap of his teeth.
“Spilled her?”
“I heerd she never drove again.”
“Any childern?”
“Buckboards full of ’em.”
“Men too?”
“I have shed conside’ble men in my time.”
“By kickin’?”