If you hadn't kept me waiting all day, we might have
been at Salisbury by this time; snug abed and fast asleep. What are we
stopping for?'
His companion put his head out of window for a moment, and drawing it in
again, observed (as if that were his cause of anxiety), that the boy was
drenched to the skin.
'Serve him right,' said Jonas. 'I'm glad of it. What the devil are we
stopping for? Are you going to spread him out to dry?'
'I have half a mind to take him inside,' observed the other with some
hesitation.
'Oh! thankee!' said Jonas. 'We don't want any damp boys here; especially
a young imp like him. Let him be where he is. He ain't afraid of a
little thunder and lightning, I dare say; whoever else is. Go on,
driver. We had better have HIM inside perhaps,' he muttered with a
laugh; 'and the horses!'
'Don't go too fast,' cried Montague to the postillion; 'and take care
how you go. You were nearly in the ditch when I called to you.'
This was not true; and Jonas bluntly said so, as they moved forward
again. Montague took little or no heed of what he said, but repeated
that it was not a night for travelling, and showed himself, both then
and afterwards, unusually anxious.
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