Push your beast to a gallop, my lad; there is no time to lose." Cuthbert essayed to do this; but honest old Dobbin had no notion of a pace faster than a leisurely amble.

Most of his work had been done in the plough, and he had no liking for the rapid gallop demanded by his rider.
The lad soon saw how it stood with him, and called out to his well-mounted companion not to tarry for him, but to leave him to chance and kind fortune.
"I have so little to lose that they may not think me worth the robbing, belike.

But you, sir, must not linger.

Your good steed is equal to theirs, I doubt not, and will carry you safe across the heath." "Ay, verily he will.

I purchased him for that same speed, and it has never failed me yet.