Seth tucked the end of the reins between the whip socket and the dashboard, and swung out of the wagon to make an examination.

Lifting the lame foot, he found the trouble at once.

The shoe was loose.
"Humph!" he soliloquized.

"Cal'late you and me'll have to give Benijah a job.

Well," climbing back into the vehicle, "I said I'd never give him another after the row we had about the last, but I ain't got ambition enough to go clear over to the Denboro blacksmith's.