そばを通ると、びくついた馬は緩んだ馬具を引いて進みだした。 第148投。190ページ、464行目。 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. With …