04-02-01-黑骏马 [18]
．Get us there in time for the one o'clock train and we'll pay you double！'
'I will take you at the usual speed，gentlemen，'said Jerry．
'Extra money doesn't pay for extra speed．'
Larry's cab was standing next to ours．He opened the door and said，'I'm your man，gentlemen！My horse will get you there all right．'And as he shut them in，with a smile at Jerry，he said，'He always refuses to go faster than a trot！'Then，whipping his horse hard，he went off as fast as he could．
Jerry patted me on the neck．'Extra money won't pay for that kind of thing，will it，Jack？'he said．
Although he was against hard driving to please careless peo－ple，he always went at a fair speed and was not against going faster if there was a good reason．
I remember one morning we were on the stand waiting for a passenger when a young man carrying a large suitcase went by．He stepped on a piece of apple which lay in the road，and fell down heavily．Jerry ran across the road and helped him up，then took him into a shop to sit him down．
Some time later，the young man，looking white and ill，came out again and called Jerry，so we went across the road．
'Can you take me to the South－Eastern Railway？'he said．'My fall has made me late，and it's very important that I don't miss the twelve o'clock train．I'll pay you extra if you can get me there in time．'
'We'll do our best，sir，'said Jerry，and helped him into the cab．
It was always difficult to drive fast in the city in the middle were used to it，and no one was faster at getting through the carriages and carts，all moving at different speeds，going this way and that way．In and out，in and out we went，as fast as a horse can do it．And we got to the station just as the big clock showed eight minutes to twelve．
'We're in time！'said the young man，happily．'Thank you，my friend，and your good horse，too．Take this extra money—'
'No，sir，said Jerry．'Thank you，but it isn't necessary．I'm glad we were in time—now hurry and catch your train．'
When we got back to the cab stand，the other men were laughing because Jerry had driven hard to the train．
'How much extra did he pay you，Jerry？'said one driver．
'Nothing，'said Jerry．'He offered me extra but I didn't take it．If Jack and I choose to have a quick run now and then，that's our business and not yours．'
'You'll never be a rich man then，'said Larry．
'Perhaps not，'said Jerry，'but I'll be a happy one！'
'And you，Larry，'added Mr Grant，'will die poor，because you spend too much money on new whips，beating your poor horse until it's exhausted—and then you have to buy another one．'
'well，I've never had good luck with my horses，'said Larry．
'And you never will，'said Mr Grant．'Good Luck is very careful who she travels with，and mostly chooses those who are kind and sensible．That's my experience，anyway．'
He turned round again to his newspaper，and the other men went back to their cabs．
* * *
Winter came early，with snow，rain or strong winds almost ev－ery day for weeks．Jerry sometimes went to a coffee－shop near the cab stand，and sometimes Dolly came with some hot soup that Polly had made for him．
One cold windy day，Dolly was waiting for Jerry to finish his soup when a gentleman came towards us．Jerry started to give the soup bowl back to Dolly and was just going to take off my warm cloth when the man said，'No，no，finish your soup，my friend．I can wait in the cab until you've finished．'Jerry thanked him，then came back to Dolly．
'That's a real gentleman'Dolly，'he said．'He has time and thought for the comfort of a poor cab driver．'
Jerry finished his soup，then we took the man to Clapham．After that，he took our cab several times，and often came to pat me．It was very unusual for anyone to notice a cab horse，and I was grateful．
Another day，the gentleman saw a cart with two horses standing in the street．The driver was not with them and I don't know how long they had been standing there．However，they decided to move on a few steps．
Suddenly，the cart driver ran out of a building and caught them．He seemed very angry and began to whip the horses hard，even beating them around the head
'I will take you at the usual speed，gentlemen，'said Jerry．
'Extra money doesn't pay for extra speed．'
Larry's cab was standing next to ours．He opened the door and said，'I'm your man，gentlemen！My horse will get you there all right．'And as he shut them in，with a smile at Jerry，he said，'He always refuses to go faster than a trot！'Then，whipping his horse hard，he went off as fast as he could．
Jerry patted me on the neck．'Extra money won't pay for that kind of thing，will it，Jack？'he said．
Although he was against hard driving to please careless peo－ple，he always went at a fair speed and was not against going faster if there was a good reason．
I remember one morning we were on the stand waiting for a passenger when a young man carrying a large suitcase went by．He stepped on a piece of apple which lay in the road，and fell down heavily．Jerry ran across the road and helped him up，then took him into a shop to sit him down．
Some time later，the young man，looking white and ill，came out again and called Jerry，so we went across the road．
'Can you take me to the South－Eastern Railway？'he said．'My fall has made me late，and it's very important that I don't miss the twelve o'clock train．I'll pay you extra if you can get me there in time．'
'We'll do our best，sir，'said Jerry，and helped him into the cab．
It was always difficult to drive fast in the city in the middle were used to it，and no one was faster at getting through the carriages and carts，all moving at different speeds，going this way and that way．In and out，in and out we went，as fast as a horse can do it．And we got to the station just as the big clock showed eight minutes to twelve．
'We're in time！'said the young man，happily．'Thank you，my friend，and your good horse，too．Take this extra money—'
'No，sir，said Jerry．'Thank you，but it isn't necessary．I'm glad we were in time—now hurry and catch your train．'
When we got back to the cab stand，the other men were laughing because Jerry had driven hard to the train．
'How much extra did he pay you，Jerry？'said one driver．
'Nothing，'said Jerry．'He offered me extra but I didn't take it．If Jack and I choose to have a quick run now and then，that's our business and not yours．'
'You'll never be a rich man then，'said Larry．
'Perhaps not，'said Jerry，'but I'll be a happy one！'
'And you，Larry，'added Mr Grant，'will die poor，because you spend too much money on new whips，beating your poor horse until it's exhausted—and then you have to buy another one．'
'well，I've never had good luck with my horses，'said Larry．
'And you never will，'said Mr Grant．'Good Luck is very careful who she travels with，and mostly chooses those who are kind and sensible．That's my experience，anyway．'
He turned round again to his newspaper，and the other men went back to their cabs．
* * *
Winter came early，with snow，rain or strong winds almost ev－ery day for weeks．Jerry sometimes went to a coffee－shop near the cab stand，and sometimes Dolly came with some hot soup that Polly had made for him．
One cold windy day，Dolly was waiting for Jerry to finish his soup when a gentleman came towards us．Jerry started to give the soup bowl back to Dolly and was just going to take off my warm cloth when the man said，'No，no，finish your soup，my friend．I can wait in the cab until you've finished．'Jerry thanked him，then came back to Dolly．
'That's a real gentleman'Dolly，'he said．'He has time and thought for the comfort of a poor cab driver．'
Jerry finished his soup，then we took the man to Clapham．After that，he took our cab several times，and often came to pat me．It was very unusual for anyone to notice a cab horse，and I was grateful．
Another day，the gentleman saw a cart with two horses standing in the street．The driver was not with them and I don't know how long they had been standing there．However，they decided to move on a few steps．
Suddenly，the cart driver ran out of a building and caught them．He seemed very angry and began to whip the horses hard，even beating them around the head