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He swung his mare round , set his heels into her sides and , before anyone could move , the horse and its rider sprang for the window , dashed clear through it on to the roadway and away at a gallop , without so much as a stop or a stumble ; leaving a shower of broken glass and splintered wood in their train . The Coat of Many Colours Before going to work next morning , Phil peeped into Jim 's bedroom , and the sight proved pleasing to his eyes . The place looked like a rocky beach after a storm and a shipwreck ; boots , hat , spurs , leather straps , riding chaps , coat , pants , everything , lay in a muddle on the carpet , while Jim , the cause of all the rummage -- innocent-looking as a newly born lamb , and smiling serenely in his evidently pleasant dreams -- lay in bed , fast asleep . At noon , after lunch , Phil looked in again , pushed the door wide and entered . Jim was in his trousers and his undershirt , and was laboriously shaving himself before the mirror . He turned round and grinned . Phil grinned back at him and sat down on the edge of the bed .