Wherefore, as I ain't got no time for a j'int debate with my fam'ly over technicalities I puts Jule into the side-bar where it's standin' in the dark onder a shed; an' then, hookin' up old Dobbin a heap surreptitious, I gathers the reins an' we goes softly p'intin' forth for Hickman's.
"'As we-all is sailin' thoughtlessly along the trail, Dobbin ups an' bolts.

Sech flights is onpreeceedented in the case of Dobbin--who's that sedate he's jest alive--an' I'm shore amazed; but I yanks him up an' starts anew.

It's twenty rods when Dobbin bolts ag'in.

This time I hears a flutter, an' reaches 'round Jule some to see if her petticoats is whippin' the wheel.

They ain't; but Jule--who esteems said gesture in the nacher of a caress--seemin' to favour the idee, I lets my arm stay 'round.