Reckon I'm gonna
have to come out here and brace that thing with some
two-by-fours. Jodie don't never get time for fixing things."
With Mama's help, we got the sagging gate dragged open just
in time for Old Dale to come jogging through, with Wiley
astraddle of his back. Wiley hadn't even put on Dale's bridle,
his blanket, a saddle, or anything! He was just holding on to
Dale's mane with both hands and kicking his ribs with both feet.
"Why, son, I could've helped you get the saddle!"
"Don't need no saddle, Grandpa! Get up! Get up!"
Mama said Old Dale didn't appear the least bit interested in
going to see any automobile. But, he did strike up a trot when
Wiley got him to the foot of the hill and on the main road.
Trixie barked and wanted to follow them, but we called her back.
"I'll tell you, Nannie," Grandpa said as he fastened the
sagging gate back in place, "I got so carried away with looking
at the automobile I wasn't paying no mind to who was on it. You
happen to notice who 'twas?"
"One of them was Ward Lawson, but the man holding the wheel
was a total stranger to me.
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