No, siree! We kep' right on a-goin'.

We didn't stop when we hit forty miles, nor sixty miles, nor eighty miles.

It was ninety miles from where we left Terry when th' Old Man said, 'Coffee an' biscuits,' an' believe me, we wanted 'em bad.
"We'd bin in th' saddle for twenty-two hours, an' if you don't think that's ridin', try it sometime.

The hosses was all in.

My hoss--'Long Tom' I called him--he layed down as soon as I off-saddled him, an' stuck his face into his nose-bag an' eat layin' down.