Your horse is
blocking
my cart--please!
Kipling - Poems
) We--we are
only men in these things, Gadsby. I know that I can say nothing now to
help.
Capt. M. (jealously. ) Then don't say it Leave him alone. It's not bad
enough to croak over. Here, Gaddy, take the chit to Bingle and ride
hell-for-leather. It'll do you good. I can't go.
JUNIOR CHAPLAIN. Do him good! (Smiling. ) Give me the chit and I'll
drive. Let him lie down.
Your horse is blocking my cart--please!
Capt. M. (Slowly without reining back. ) I beg your pardon--I'll
apologize. On paper if you like.
JUNIOR CHAPLAIN. (Flicking M. 's charger. ) That'll do, thanks. Turn in,
Gadsby, and I'll bring Bingle back--ahem--"hell-for-leather. "
Capt. M. (Solus. ) It would have served me right if he'd cut me across
the face. He can drive too.
only men in these things, Gadsby. I know that I can say nothing now to
help.
Capt. M. (jealously. ) Then don't say it Leave him alone. It's not bad
enough to croak over. Here, Gaddy, take the chit to Bingle and ride
hell-for-leather. It'll do you good. I can't go.
JUNIOR CHAPLAIN. Do him good! (Smiling. ) Give me the chit and I'll
drive. Let him lie down.
Your horse is blocking my cart--please!
Capt. M. (Slowly without reining back. ) I beg your pardon--I'll
apologize. On paper if you like.
JUNIOR CHAPLAIN. (Flicking M. 's charger. ) That'll do, thanks. Turn in,
Gadsby, and I'll bring Bingle back--ahem--"hell-for-leather. "
Capt. M. (Solus. ) It would have served me right if he'd cut me across
the face. He can drive too.
