Phonny immediately gave them to Malleville, and followed.
"Are you much hurt ?" asked Beechnut.
"Oh, yes," said Jemmy, moaning and groaning; "oh dear me!" Beechnut then went back to the horse, and taking him by the bridle, he led him a little way out of the road, toward a small tree, where he thought he would stand, and then taking Malleville out, so that she might not be in any danger if the horse should chance to start, he went back to Jemmy.
"You see," said Jemmy, "I was going to mill, and I was riding along here, and the horse pranced about and threw me off and sprained my foot.

Oh dear me! what shall I do ?" "Where is the horse ?" asked Beechnut.
"There he is," said Jemmy, "somewhere out there.

He has gone along the road.

And the bags have fallen off too.

Oh dear me!" Phonny ran out into the road, and looked forward.