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Now
,
if
Mr
.
Gordon
or
John
,
or
in
fact
any
good
driver
,
had
been
there
,
he
would
have
seen
that
something
was
wrong
before
I
had
gone
three
paces
.
Or
even
if
it
had
been
dark
a
practiced
hand
would
have
felt
by
the
rein
that
there
was
something
wrong
in
the
step
,
and
they
would
have
got
down
and
picked
out
the
stone
.
But
this
man
went
on
laughing
and
talking
,
while
at
every
step
the
stone
became
more
firmly
wedged
between
my
shoe
and
the
frog
of
my
foot
.
The
stone
was
sharp
on
the
inside
and
round
on
the
outside
,
which
,
as
every
one
knows
,
is
the
most
dangerous
kind
that
a
horse
can
pick
up
,
at
the
same
time
cutting
his
foot
and
making
him
most
liable
to
stumble
and
fall
.
Whether
the
man
was
partly
blind
or
only
very
careless
I
can
’
t
say
,
but
he
drove
me
with
that
stone
in
my
foot
for
a
good
half
-
mile
before
he
saw
anything
.
By
that
time
I
was
going
so
lame
with
the
pain
that
at
last
he
saw
it
,
and
called
out
,
“
Well
,
here
’
s
a
go
!
Why
,
they
have
sent
us
out
with
a
lame
horse
!
What
a
shame
!
”
He
then
chucked
the
reins
and
flipped
about
with
the
whip
,
saying
,
“
Now
,
then
,
it
’
s
no
use
playing
the
old
soldier
with
me
;
there
’
s
the
journey
to
go
,
and
it
’
s
no
use
turning
lame
and
lazy
.
”
Just
at
this
time
a
farmer
came
riding
up
on
a
brown
cob
.
He
lifted
his
hat
and
pulled
up
.
“
I
beg
your
pardon
,
sir
,
”
he
said
,
“
but
I
think
there
is
something
the
matter
with
your
horse
;
he
goes
very
much
as
if
he
had
a
stone
in
his
shoe
.
If
you
will
allow
me
I
will
look
at
his
feet
;
these
loose
scattered
stones
are
confounded
dangerous
things
for
the
horses
.
”
“
He
’
s
a
hired
horse
,
”
said
my
driver
.
“
I
don
’
t
know
what
’
s
the
matter
with
him
,
but
it
is
a
great
shame
to
send
out
a
lame
beast
like
this
”
The
farmer
dismounted
,
and
slipping
his
rein
over
his
arm
at
once
took
up
my
near
foot
.
“
Bless
me
,
there
’
s
a
stone
!
Lame
!
I
should
think
so
!
”
