'Wa'al,' I says, 'I guess I c'n resk it if you can, but I didn't buy him fer a saddle hoss, an' if I'm to own him fer any len'th of time I'd ruther he'd fergit the saddle bus'nis, an' in any case,' I says, 'I wouldn't like him to git a sore back, an' then agin,' I says, 'I hain't got no saddle.' "'Wa'al,' she says, givin' her head a toss, 'if I couldn't sit straight I'd never ride agin.

I never made a hoss's back sore in my life,' she says.

'We c'n change the saddle,' she says, an' off she jumps, an', scat my -- --!" exclaimed David, "the way she knowed about gettin' that saddle fixed, pads, straps, girt's, an' the hull bus'nis, an' put up her foot fer me to give her a lift, an' wheeled that hoss an' went out o' the yard a-kitin', was as slick a piece o' hoss bus'nis as ever I see.

It took fust money, that did," said Mr.Harum with a confirmatory shake of the head.

"Wa'al," he resumed, "in about a few minutes back she come, lickity-cut, an' pulled up in front of me.