"Oh yes, I believe it may be, but a bad road. No chance of springing your horses on it. Clements told me as much, advised that north Road at the outset, but I thought I would try the other. However, that's neither there nor here. We ran a dingdong race to Latina, and drew level at Bell Boo, the turnpike man being deaf, as I suppose, and keeping me waiting a good three minutes before he would open the gate. But it may have been that new man of mine I had with me. He carried the yard of tin, you know, but he has no notion how to sound it - put me out of all patience. I daresay the pike keeper might not hear it at first. So Tim drew level with me there, and we had a famous race of it to Bosdo. His nags were blowing by that time, and he changed them at the Green Man. Mine had got their second
