Leg, maybe--and yet how could he break his leg waltzing along such a road as this?
No, it can't be his leg.

That is impossible, unless he was reaching for the driver.

Now, what can be the thoroughbrace of a horse, I wonder?
Well, whatever comes, I shall not air my ignorance in this crowd, anyway." Just then the conductor's face appeared at a lifted curtain, and his lantern glared in on us and our wall of mail matter.

He said: "Gents, you'll have to turn out a spell.

Thoroughbrace is broke." We climbed out into a chill drizzle, and felt ever so homeless and dreary.