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The post carriage, for which ten kopecs a station is paid, is nothing more than a very short, wooden, open car, with four wheels. Instead of a seat, some hay is laid in it, and there is just room enough for a small chest, upon which the driver sits. These cars naturally jolt very much. There is nothing to take hold of, and it requires some care to avoid being thrown out.
By six o'clock we got to the Eerste River, having gone forty miles or so in the day. It was a beautiful day, and very pleasant travelling. We had three good little half-Arab bays, and one brute of a grey as off-wheeler, who fell down continually; but a Malay driver works miracles, and no harm came of it.
She made the stage trip wedged in between Billy and the driver, climbed down silently at the foot of the familiar trail, and carried the third suitcase up to the cabin. "You can't hurt that dress, can you, Sue?" said Billy, busy with the key. "No!" Susan said, eager for the commonplace. "It's made for just this!" "Then hustle and unpack the eats, will you? And I'll start a fire!" "Two seconds!"
The cab drew up on the Spaniard's Walk and we alighted. It was a bleak and misty morning. The road seemed deserted. A thin column of steam rose from the radiator of the taxi, and there was a smell of over-heated oil. "Sharp work that," said the driver, getting out and beating his arms across his chest. His eyes moved over us with frank curiosity.
He is at the ship now." "Then we can hand you over to his care," said her host. "By the way, is there any need to guard against the er lady you spoke of? Is she likely to follow you to the docks?" "She doesn't know I'm going," said Cecilia, dimpling. "Of course, if it were in a novel she would leap into a swift motor and bid the driver follow us, and be even now on our heels "
"Christ, that old man eats tobacco like a beast!" exclaimed the driver as Percy approached. "Are you speaking to me?" asked Percy. "Why, certainly." "That is not my name, please," admonished Percy, "but I can tell you that I know Him well and that He is my best friend." "What, old Al Jones?" "No, Christ," replied Percy, with a grieved expression plainly discernible. "Oh," said the driver.
He walked rapidly down Yonge street and along the east end of King street, then, hailing a cab, he directed the driver to travel towards the west end, coming to a halt opposite the Lunatic Asylum. Entering he enquired for Dr. Tuffnell, and was informed that he would likely find that gentleman at his residence on Jarvis street.
"Going all the way to Brieg by road, I believe? So are we. Pity we did not join forces. One carriage would have done for all three of us." Still I did not speak. "A bit ugly, eh? Don't fuss, man. It's all in the day's work." With that I desired my driver to pull up, and waved my hand to the others, motioning to them that the road was theirs.
This road they pursued at a slow pace until the first gray streaks of dawn were visible in the eastern horizon; Kate's companion, from time to time, making such commonplace observations as the necessity of the case required; she supposing that the presence of the driver prevented him from offering her any farther explanation on the subject of her singular adventure.
"I've come to see you in the first place," he said, embracing and kissing him, "to have some stand-shooting second, and to sell the forest at Ergushovo third." "Delightful! What a spring we're having! How ever did you get along in a sledge?" "In a cart it would have been worse still, Konstantin Dmitrievitch," answered the driver, who knew him.
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