There seemed no reason for Whitey's staying any longer, and Chet again went to the stable, and returned leading what is called a jack, "jack" being short for "jackass." "Here's your mount, son," said Chet, "an' if you'll keep t' th'-- " "Am I to ride _that_ ?" Whitey demanded, pointing at the jack.
"Sure," Chet replied.

"Both of my hosses has glanders, but this jack's all right.

I've rid him offen.

You'll find him gentle an' perseverin' an' good comp'ny.

Mebbe he does go a mite faster toward home than away from it, but he allus gets somewhere.