You don't suppose I'd run in any wild stock on you, do you?
He's been hitched up sever'l times, an' he's plumb gentle.

May rare up a little at first, but he's all right.

Of course, you want to have a little style about you, goin' down there." Franklin got into the buggy, while Sam held the head of the "plumb gentle" horse.

When cast loose the latter reared again and came down with his fore feet over the neck yoke.

Nimbly recovering, he made a gallant attempt to kick in the dashboard.