"Why, what is this?
My other leather is cut, and hangs only by a thread." "And so does mine.

I can feel it when I pass my hand along.

Have you a tinder-box?
Let us strike a light." "No, no; the man who is in the dark is in safety.

I let the other folk strike lights.

We can see all that is needful to us." "My rein is cut also." "And so is mine." "And the girth of my saddle." "It is a wonder that we came so far with whole bones.