His amazement increased when he understood what was occurring.
He was on a sledge.

Through the air-holes in his prison he heard the scraping of strap-thongs as they were laced through the runner-slits and over the box, the restless movement of dogs, a gaping whine, the angry snap of a pair of jaws.

Then, slowly, the sledge began to move.

A whip cracked loudly above him, a voice rose in a loud shout, and the dogs were urged to a trot.

Again there came to Philip's ears the wheezing notes of the accordion.