"We might need some." Bud gritted his teeth.

"Ride, why don't yuh ?" he urged Eddie harshly.
"What the hell ails that horse of yours?
You got him hobbled ?" Eddie glanced back over his bobbing shoulder as his horse trotted along the blind trail through the brush.

"This here ain't no race track," he expostulated.

"We'll make it quicker without no broken legs." There was justice in his protest and Bud said nothing.

But Sunfish's head bumped the tail of Eddie's horse many times during that ride.