JERRY BARKER. 143
waiting for a fare, that a young man, carrying a heavy portmanteau, trod on a piece of orange peel which lay on the pavement, and fell down with great force.
Jerry was the first to run and lift him up. He seemed much stunned, and as they led him into a shop he walked as if he were in great pain. Jerry, of course, came back to the stand, but in about ten minutes one of the shopmen called him, so we drew up to the pavement.
" Can you take me to the South-Eastern Railway ?" said the young man; "this unlucky fall has made me late, I fear; but it is of great importance that I should not lose the twelve o'clock train. I should be most thankful if you could get me there in time, and will gladly pay you an extra fare."
" I'll do my very best," said Jerry heartily. " If you think you are well enough, sir," for he looked dreadfully white and ill.
" I must go," he said earnestly; " please to open the door, and let us lose no time."
The next minute Jerry was on the box, with a cheery chirrup to me and a twitch of the rein that I well understood.
" Now, then, Jack, my boy," said he, " spin along; we'll show them how we can get over the ground, if we only know why."
Itisalways difficult to drive fast in the city in the middle of the day, when the streets are full of traffic, but we did what could be done; and when a good driver and a good horse, who understand each other, are of one mind, it is wonderful what they can do. I had a very good mouth— that is, I could be guided by the slightest touch of the rein; and that is a great thing in London, amongst carriages, omnibuses, carts, vans, trucks, cabs, and great wagons creeping along at a walking pace; some going one way, some another, some going slowly, others wanting to pass them; omnibuses stopping short every few minutes