He kin borrer a mule and go fur you, Mah'sr Harry, I 'spects." "Well, tell Jim to get a mule and come to Aunt Judy's just as quick as he can.

I'll pay him right well." "Dat's so, Mah'sr Harry; Jim'll go 'long fur ye.

I'll tell him." "Now be quick about it," cried Harry.

"I'm in a great hurry." And off he started again.
But as he hurried along, his legs began to feel stiff and his feet were sore.

He had walked very fast, so far, but now he was obliged to slacken his pace.
And it grew darker and darker.