"The horses he passed started nervously under their slack harness. He slapped a piebald haunch quivering near him and cried:
— Woa, sonny!
He turned to J. J. O'Molloy and asked:
— Well, Jack. What is it? What's the trouble? Wait awhile. Hold hard." (U10.450)
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