He always stayed pretty late, and on the way home he'd tie the reins to the whip-stock and go to sleep, and never wake up till Cleve or Pacer, whichever one he happened to have, would draw up in the barnyard.

They would pass any rigs they happened to meet, and turn out a little for a man.

If Davids wasn't asleep, he could always tell by the difference in their gait which they were passing.

They'd go quickly past a man, and much slower, with more of a turn out, if it was a team.

But I dare say father told you this.