companion. When they had gone over that much ground, however, and the horses getting thoroughly warmed began to do their work in really good style, Mr. Pickwick became too much exhilarated with the rapidity of the motion, to remain any longer perfectly mute.
"We're sure to catch them, I think," said he.
"Hope so," replied his companion.
"Fine night," said Mr. Pickwick, looking up at the moon, which was shining brightly.
"So much the worse," returned Wardle; "for they'll have had all the advantage of the moonlight to get the start of us, and we shall lose it. It will have gone down in another hour."
"It will be rather unpleasant going at this rate in the dark, won't it?" inquired Mr. Pickwick.
"I dare say it will," replied his friend drily.
Mr. Pickwick's temporary excitement began to sober down a little, as he reflected upon the inconveniences and dangers of the expedition in which he had so thoughtlessly embarked. He was roused by a loud shouting of the post-boy on the leader.
"Yo—yo—yo—yo—yoe," went the first boy.
"Yo—yo—yo—yoe!" went the second.
"Yo—yo—yo—yoe!" chimed in old Wardle himself, most lustily, with his head and half his body out of the coach window.
Yo-yo-yo-yoe!" shouted Mr. Pickwick, taking up the burden of the cry, though he had not the slightest notion of its meaning or object. And amidst the yo—yoing of the whole four, the chaise stopped.
"What's the matter?" inquired Mr. Pickwick.
"There's a gate here," replied old Wardle. "We shall hear something of the fugitives."
After a lapse of five minutes, consumed in incessant knocking and shouting, an old man in his shirt and trousers emerged from the turnpike-house, and opened the gate.
