And you'd better stay inside and not show your face all day long.

I don't want to be had up for kidnapping." Paul jumped in.

Barney Bill clambered onto the footboard and took the reins.

The old horse started and the van jolted its way to the road, on which as yet no tramcars clattered.

As the van turned, Paul, craning his neck out of the window, obtained the last glimpse of Bludston.