Be sure you're right before you go ahead." Polly was quite sure she was not right, and stood as stiffly as if she had been frozen to the ground, and all the cracking of whips and shouting of "Git up!" "Go 'long!" "What do you mean, dar?
you Polly!" made no impression on her.
Then Harry made his voice heard above the hubbub.
"Never mind Polly!" he shouted.

"Let her alone.

Dick, and you other fellows, just start off your own horses.

Now, then! Get up, all of you!" At this, every rider whipped up his horse or his mule, and spurred him with his heels, and every darkey shouted, "Hi, dar!" and off they went, rattledy-bang! Polly went, too.

There was never such an astonished little mule in this world! Out of the gate they all whirled at full gallop, and up the road, tearing along.