Then down upon the buggy descended what, to Graves, appeared to be an avalanche of scratching, tearing twigs and branches.

They ripped away the boot and laprobe and jammed him back against the seat, their sharp points against his breast.

The buggy was jerked forward a few feet and stopped short.
He heard the clatter of hoofs and shouts of "Whoa!" and "Stand still!" He tried to rise, but the tangle of twigs before him seemed impenetrable, so he gave it up and remained where he was.

Then, after an interval, came a hail from the darkness.
"Hi, there! Mr.Graves, ahoy! Hurt, be you ?" "No," the lawyer's tone was doubtful.

"No--o, I--I guess not.