"
"But your horse! Your horse!" exclaimed Buller, as the train came
nearer and nearer. "What will he do?"
"Do?" said Podington; "he'll do what he is doing now; he doesn't mind
trains."
"But look here, William," exclaimed Buller, "it will get there just as
we do; no horse could stand a roaring up in the air like that!"
Podington laughed. "He would not mind it in the least," said he.
"Come, come now," cried Buller. "Really, I can't stand this! Just stop
a minute, William, and let me get out. It sets all my nerves
quivering."
Mr. Podington smiled with a superior smile. "Oh, you needn't get out,"
said he; "there's not the least danger in the world. But I don't want
to make you nervous, and I will turn around and drive the other way."
"But you can't!" screamed Buller. "This road is not wide enough, and
that train is nearly here. Please stop!"
The imputation that the road was not wide enough for him to turn was
too much for Mr. Podington to bear. He was very proud of his ability
to turn a vehicle in a narrow place.
"Turn!" said he; "that's the easiest thing in the world.
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