Together we managed to pull the horse into a walk.

Then the man, whom I recognized as the Colton coachman, vented his feelings in a comprehensive burst of profanity.

I interrupted the service.
"What is the matter ?" I asked.
"Oh, this blessed"-- or words to that effect--"horse is scared of thunder; that's all.

He's a new one; we just bought him before we came down here and I hadn't learned his little tricks.

Whoa! stand still, or I'll break your dumb neck! Say," turning to me, "go back, will you, and see if she's all right." "Who ?" "Miss Colton--the old man's daughter.