I'm a-doin' et--thar ye be! [_another clap of thunder and storm noises_] She's a-comin' down now! Come on, follow me! Giddap, boy! RODNEY Giddap! [_sound of horses' hoofs_] ANNOUNCER And on into the storm they rode. Another hour--another change of horses. It is after midnight and they come upon a stretch of good road-- URIAH Here we be on the turnpike. RODNEY Is that as far as we've got? URIAH It's nigh onto thirty mile. RODNEY But we've got fifty miles more! Can we make it? URIAH We got to make et. How ye feelin'? RODNEY I guess I'll--hold out. URIAH Then let's step along a mite and make up some of thet time we lost in the storm. RODNEY All right. Tch--tch--come along. URIAH Giddap, boy! [_beat of horses' hoofs increases_] [_to himself_] Fifty mile. We got to make et, boy--we got to make et--come on--tch--tch--come on--and don't ye make a misstep. RODNEY [_off a bit_] Oh--whoa! Ow! [_thud of falling body, a groan_] URIAH Whoa, boy! Hey! What's the matter? What's happened? RODNEY [_off_] Quick! Catch the horse--I'm off. URIAH Hey! Whoa, thar--whoa, thar--stand still thar, boy! Thar--I got ye! [_calling_] Where are ye, Mr. Rodney? What happened? Be ye hurt? RODNEY No--I--I guess I'm all right. URIAH How'd he throw ye? RODNEY [_in_] I don't know--the saddle slipped--then it came clear off and I came with it. URIAH Here--hold the hosses, will ye--let me see thet saddle! Ah-ha!--Girth broken! RODNEY Can you fix it? URIAH Ain't got time. RODNEY I'm afraid I can't--can't keep a seat bareback. URIAH Here--you climb on my hoss--I'll take your'n. RODNEY But-- URIAH Not another word--climb aboard, thar. [_sound of getting Rodney on horse_] All right, boy, stand still. Thar we be! Go along with ye! BOTH Tch--tch--giddap! [_sound of horses' hoofs_] ANNOUNCER And now five miles farther into the next remount station. Rodney and Uriah clatter up to the stable and find the stable closed, with everything dark. URIAH Whoa, boy! Hm--cal'ate they've all gone to bed. Wal', we'll fetch 'em out. Hold the hosses a minute! RODNEY All right. URIAH I'll git thet lazy stableman out! Here's where he lives. Hey! Wake up! [_knocking_] Wake up--come on out here. [_knocking_] Come on--we want a pair of hosses--wake up thar. TOM [_off_] Hey--what's goin' on out there? What do ye want? URIAH We want some hosses--come on out. [_door opens_] TOM Who is et? URIAH Et's Uriah Clarke of Philadelphia. TOM Oh, hello, Uriah. Kinda late fer ye to be out, ain't et? URIAH Oh, hello, Tom. I'm in a big hurry--come on--saddle me a couple of yer best hosses! TOM Pshaw now, I'm right put out. URIAH Eh? What the trouble? TOM I let my last hoss go not two hour ago. URIAH Yer last hoss? TOM Yes, sir--my last fresh one. URIAH Wal', we've got to have two hosses. Give us what ye got. TOM