"Take Mr.Buckley's horse, and ride him till he drops, and you'll get another at the Parson's.

If you have any snow, it will be on Broadsaddle; but it won't signify.

You go round the low side of Tambo, and sight the lake, and you'll be there before him." "How far ?" "Sixty miles, or thereabouts, plain sailing.

It ain't eleven o'clock yet." "Good; I'll remember you for this.

Buckley, I want your horse.