window, his face pressed against the glass. He couldn’t tell whether the horses were only flying or whether the coach was falling down the hill into the walley. By the hollow feeling in his stomach he thought they were falling. He was striving to think of some prayers when there came a terrible joult which sint his two heels against the roof an’ his head betwixt the cushions. As he righted himself the wheels began to grate on a gravelled road, an’ plainly they were dashing up the side of the second mountain.
Even so, they couldn’t have gone far whin the carriage dhrew up in a flurry, an’ he saw through the gloom a high iron gate being slowly opened.
“Pass on,” said a voice from somewhere in the shadows; “their supper’s getting cowld.”
As they flew undher the great archway Darby had a glimpse of the thing which had opened the gate, and had said their supper was getting cowld. It was standing on its hind legs—in the darkness he couldn’t be quite sure as to its shape, but it was ayther a Bear or a Loin.
His mind was in a pondher about this when, with a swirl an’ a bump, the carriage stopped another time,
