"Of course you can beat me drivin' without half tryin', George, an' if Spot's feet wasn't so big, an' Queen didn't have such a rotten disposition, an' Baldy knew he was alive, it 'ud be a regular cinch for you.

An' then ef old Square Ely didn't come a-drivin' up one mornin' with ten bushel in the farm wagon!

Hold in a bit, Henri; yer nag don't need drivin'; a foot in a hole just now would cost us our scalps.

They must have seed the carriage drivin' away, and thought for sure it had the gal in it, and they was after it, lickety-split.