"Ah knowed the minute Ah saw yo' laigs 't you was a _horse_man.

Yassuh! Ah says t' ole Gawge, Ah says, 'Dat gemman's certain'y been 'n de cava'ry, he has, wid dem fine crooked laigs o' hisn.'" "You should have told that to Dr.Bell, instead," suggested my companion.
At this every one laughed.

Even the groom laughed a wheezy, cackling negro laugh.

The situation was becoming unbearable.

Clearly I must try to mount.