Number two Maybe three? [Jacob tried to sound more offended than he was. He really did. But the grin on his face is wide as can be now, hearing The Amazing Jacob Frye. He is amazing, thank you very much.] I'll have to change that! Only I can be number one.

[Ned's flattery is enough to get him serious, though. He steps back from the horse, making a show of waving his hand before delving into his coat pockets. The horse was too tired for this.] Now, what was on my wagon, you ask? Well, I'll tell you! I'd say this old girl deserves a nice, juicy... [apple. They could be eating that, on this maddeningly hot trail, but it's going straight to the suddenly eager horse. Sorry Ned.] That should get her going again.

[Pat, pat. Meet him on the wagon, scrub, he's smugly sauntering his way over to climb on first.]