Jerry Barker was a small man, but well-made and quick in all his movements.He lived in London and was a cab driver.
We went to the cab stand where the other cabs were waiting for passengers, and took our place at the back of he last cab.
‘He’s the right kind for you, Jerry. I don’t care what you paid for him, he’ll be worth it.’
Polly and Dolly came in the morning to brush out the cab, and to wash the glass, while Jerry gave Captain and me a grooming.
Jerry’s wife, Polly, was a little woman with smooth dark hair and dark eyes. His son, Harry, was nearly twelve yearsold, and was a tall, good-tempered boy. His daughter, Dolly, was eight, and shelooked just like her mother.
One day, two wild-looking young men called to him.
Cabby! Hurry up, we’re late for our train at Victoria.Get us there in time for the one o’clock train and we’ll pay you double!
My first week as a cab horse was very hard. I was not used to London - the noise, the hurry, the crowds of horses, carts and carriages. But Jerry was a good driver
fI remember one morning we were on the stand waiting for a passenger when a young man carrying a large suitcahse went by.
There was a lot of laughing and fun between them, which all helped to keep Captain and me happy.
One day they took a gentleman and came across some poor horses being abused by a drunk driver
Stop that at once, or I’ll call the police!
Although he was against hard driving to please careless people, he always went at a fair speed and was not against going faster if there was a good reason.
Extra money doesn’t pay for extra speed.
I’m your man, gentlemen!My horse will get you there all right.
Some time later, the young man, looking white and ill
‘Can you take me to the SouthEasternRailway?’
Meanwhile, our gentlemanwrote down the name and address that was on the side of the cart.