We stood waiting a moment for the horse to recover himself. A team was nearing us.
"There"s Bob Dean," Uncle Eb whispered. "The durn scalawag! Don"t ye say a word now.
"Good-mornin"!" said Dean, smiling as he pulled up beside us.
"Nice pleasant mornin"!" said Uncle Eb, as he cast a glance into the sky.
"What ye standin" here for?" Dean asked.
Uncle Eb expectorated thoughtfullyy.
"Jest a lookin" at the scenery," said he. "Purty country, right here!
AIwus liked it."
"Nice lookin" hoss ye got there," said Dean.
"Grand hoss!" said Uncle Eb, surveying him proudly. "Most reemarkable hoss."
"Good stepper, too," said Dean soberly.
"Splendid!" said Uncle Eb. "Can go a mile without ketchin" his breath."
"Thet so?" said Dean.
"Good deal like Lucy Purvis," Uncle Eb added. "She can say the hull mul"plication table an" only breathe once. Ye can learn sumthin" from a hoss like thet. He"s good as a deestric" school--thet hoss is."
Yes, sir, thet hoss is all right," said Dean, as he drove away.
"Righter"n I expected," Uncle Eb shouted, and then he covered his mouth, shaking with suppressed laughter.
"Skunk!" he said, as we turned the animal and started to walk him home.
"Don"t min" bein" beat, but I don"t like t" hev a man rub it in on me.
I"ll git even with him mebbe."
And he did. It came about in this way. We turned our new purchase into the pasture, and Uncle Eb and I drove away to Potsdam for a better nag. We examined all the horses in that part of the country. At last we chanced upon one that looked like the whistler, save that he had a white stocking on one hind foot.
"Same age, too," said Uncle Eb, as he looked into his mouth.
"Can pa.s.s anything on the road," said his owner.
"Can he?" said Uncle Eb, who had no taste for slow going. "Hitch him up an" le"s see what he can do."
He carried us faster than we had ever ridden before at a trot, and coming up behind another team the man pulled out, let the reins loose on his back, and whistled. If anyone had hit him with a log chain the horse could not have moved quicker. He took us by the other team like a flash, on the dead run and three in the buggy.
"He"ll do all right," said Uncle Eb, and paid for the horse.
It was long after dark when we started home, leading him behind, and near midnight when we arrived.
In the morning I found Uncle Eb in the stable showing him to the other help. To my surprise the white stocking had disappeared.
"Didn"t jes" like that white stockin"," he said, as I came in. "Wondered how he"d look without it."
They all agreed this horse and the whistler were as much alike as two peas in appearance. Breakfast over Uncle Eb asked the Irishman to hitch him up.
"Come Bill," said he, "le"s take a ride. Dean"ll be comm" "long bym bye on his way t" town with that trotter o" his"n. "Druther like to meet him."
I had only a faint idea of his purpose. He let the horse step along at top speed going up the road and when we turned about he was breathing heavily. We jogged him back down the road a mile or so, and when I saw the blazed face of Dean"s mare, in the distance, we pulled up and shortly stopped him. Dean came along in a moment.
"Nice mornin"!" said he.
"Grand!" said Uncle Eb.
"Lookin" at the lan"scape ag"in?"
"Yes; I"ve jes" begun t" see what a putty country this is," said Uncle Eb.
"How"s the boss?"
"Splendid! Gives ye time t" think an" see what yer pa.s.sin". Like t" set "n think once in a while. We don"t do enough thinkin" here in this part o" the country."
"Yd orter buy this mare an learn how t" ride fast," said Dean.
"Thet one," said Uncle Eb, squinting at the mare, "why she can"t go fast "nough."
"She can"t, hey?" said Dean, bridling with injured pride. "I don"t think there"s anything in this town can head her."
"Thunder!" said Uncle Eb, "I can go by her with this ol" plug easy "twixt here an" our gate. Ye didn"t know what ye was sellin"."
"If ye pa.s.s her once I"ll give her to ye," said he.
"Mean it?" said Uncle Eb.
"Sartin," said he, a little redder in the face.
"An" if I don"t I"ll give ye the whistler," said Uncle Eb as he turned about.
The mare went away, under the whip, before we had fairly started. She was going a fifty shot but in a moment we were lapping upon her hind wheel. Dean threw a startled glance over his shoulder. Then he shouted to the mare. She quickened her pace a little but we kept our position.
Uncle Eb was leaning over the dasher his white locks flying. He had something up his sleeve, as they say, and was not yet ready to use it.
Then Dean began to shear over to cut us off--a nasty trick of the low horseman. I saw Uncle Eb glance at the ditch ahead. I knew what was coming and took a firm hold of the seat. The ditch was a bit rough, but Uncle Eb had no lack of courage. He turned the horse"s head, let up on the reins and whistled. I have never felt such a thrill as then. Our horse leaped into the deep gra.s.s running like a wild deer.
"Hi there! hi there!" Uncle Eb shouted, bouncing in his seat, as we went over stones and hummocks going like the wind.
"Go, ye brown devil!" he yelled, his hat flying off as he shook the reins.
The mare lost her stride; we flashed by and came up into the road.
Looking back I saw her jumping up and down a long way behind us and Dean whipping her. Uncle Eb, his hands over the dasher, had pulled down to a trot Ahead of us we could see our folks--men and women--at the gate looking down the road at us waving hats and handkerchiefs. They had heard the noise of the battle. Uncle Eb let up on the reins and looked back snorting with amus.e.m.e.nt. In a moment we pulled up at our gate. Dean came along slowly.
"Thet"s a putty good mare," said Uncle Eb.