Then come that afternoon when him and me was out drivin' together, and we--Well, I'll have to tell you about that.
"We was over on the long stretch of wood road between Trumet and Denboro, nice hard macadam, the mare--her name was Celia, but Jonadab had re-christened her Bay Queen after a boat he used to own--skimmin' along at a smooth, easy gait, when, lo and behold you! we rounds a turn and there ahead of us is a light, rubber-tired wagon with a man and woman on the seat of it.

I heard Jonadab give a kind of snort.
"'What's the matter ?' says I.
"'Nothin',' says he, between his teeth.

'Only, if I ain't some mistaken, that's Tobe Loveland's rig.

Wonder if he's got his spunk with him?
The Queen's feelin' her oats to-day, and I cal'late I can show him a few things.' "'Rubbish!' says I, disgusted.

'Don't be foolish, Jonadab.