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Nash, the suspected driver, was among those who hurried to meet the car. Anderson's keen, covert glance made note of the driver's worried and anxious face. "Nash, she'll need a lookin' over," he said, as he uncovered bundles in the back seat and lifted them out. "All right, sir," replied Nash, eagerly. A note of ended strain was significant in his voice.
Maharaj seemed undecided whether to dash him to pieces or not. Alec seized the opportunity to imitate the driver's voice and cry, "Bring the boys home safely very safely my son." The elephant's great fan-shaped ears bent forward to listen, and he lowered Tippoo till he hung swinging at the end of the huge proboscis. Alec felt he dared not repeat the words, as the elephant would find out the cheat.
She, herself, had come garbed for the dust of stage travel, a broad brimmed English sailor and a kakhi duster motoring coat. Was it because she was not garbed as the others that they rebuffed her friendly overtures, she wondered. At the next stop, she passed out to go up and ride on the driver's seat, manifestly an impossible feat for ladies in lavender and undertaker's plumes.
As Key mingled with them, he could not help perceiving that neither the late "orator's" explanation of his exemption from their fate, nor the driver's surly corroboration of his respectability, had pacified them.
He had got into the carriage with the child, having the servant seated opposite to him, for he was moved by some undefinable fear which made him determine to keep the boy close to him, and he had not, therefore, returned to the driver's seat, when Trevelyan appeared standing by the road-side at the bottom of the hill. "Would you take him away from me without one word!" said Trevelyan bitterly.
Dutton's farm I found he was ploughing up some land in the valley for wheat, which appeared to be an excellent soil, and the garden he had already commenced was looking promising. At night I obtained the altitude of a Aquilae, by which I placed Mr. Driver's station in 34 degrees 21 minutes 20 seconds S. lat., or about 22 miles of lat. north of Kirton Point. October 2.
Not I! I shall have her taken to my own house, and there properly cared for, and this good fellow will drive her there instantly." Sir Norman backed this insinuation by putting a broad gold-piece into the driver's hand, which instantly produced a magical effect on his rather surly countenance. "Certainly, sir," he began, springing into his seat with alacrity.
He swayed and staggered over the rough declivity to the road. It required a superhuman effort to heave the pack into the stage. The strap with which he had hitched the horses had turned into iron. At last it was untied. He clambered up to the enormous height of the driver's seat, unwrapped the reins from the whipstock, and the team started forward.
They had started and were lurching along the rather uneven road when Betty found herself staring at a girl on the other side of the bus. "Where have I seen her before?" she puzzled. "I wonder does she look like some one I know? Oh, I remember! She's the girl we saw on the train the one that took Bob's seat!" Just then a girl sitting up near the driver's seat leaned forward. "Ada!" she called.
"Hang on to the cans!" shouted the Circus Boy. "We are coming to a bad crosswalk!" People paused on the street, not understanding what the mad pace meant. A policeman ran out and raised his stick. Teddy, who had hopped on behind at the last minute, not wishing to lose any of the fun, now stood up unsteadily, hanging to the driver's coat collar and nearly pulling that worthy from his seat.
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