It was my horse.

I guess he'd take me across the Mississippi itself.

I wouldn't have anything to do but stick on his back.

Look up, sir, an' you can see the mountains close by." Harry and Dalton looked up through the rift in the trees, and saw almost over them the lofty outline of the Blue Ridge, the eastern rampart of the valley, heavy with forest from base to top.
"We must be near the Gap," said Dalton.
"We are," said Billy.

"We've been coming fast.