Then, sir, I mutinied.

I jumped out of that damned buggy--excuse me, sir--and I got on the back of the mare and felt jist as safe as if I was riding old Corporal, the horse we gives the recruits to ride.

I've escaped the dangers of that buggy and there won't be no vacancy in my grade yet awhile from ridin' in wheeled vehicles.

An I'm goin' flyin' tomorrow in a nice safe aeroplane that's got a man hitched to it and not a horse.

This ain't been no merry Christmas to me, sir.