"I've got Mr.Delancey Barry's automobile to fix, and I can't stop to bother with horses--specially certain kind of horses." This sneer at Joshua roused his owner's ire.

He dropped the reins and sprang to the ground.
"See here, Benije Ellis," he growled, advancing upon the repairer of automobiles, who retreated a step or two with promptness.

"I don't care what you're fixin', nor whose it is, neither.

I guess 'twill be 'fixed' all right when you get through with it, but that ain't neither here nor there.

And it don't make no difference if it does belong to Mr.Barry.
If 'twas Elijah's chariot of fire 'twould be just the same.