The shafts of the cart were down, so we lay between upright and level, and awakening in the early light I found our four legs hanging over the seat in front.

'How you have been kicking!' said I.She accused me of the same.

Next minute she pointed over the side of the cart, and I saw the tramp's horse and his tents beneath a broad roadside oak-tree.

Her face was comical, just like a boy's who thinks he has escaped and is caught.
'Let's run,' she said.

Preferring positive independence, I followed her, and then she told me that she had overheard the tramp last night swearing I was as good as a fistful of half-crowns lost to him if he missed me.