'But I admit the road is solitary hereabouts, and no doubt an accident soon happens.

Little fear of anything of the kind with you! I like you for it, like your prudence, like that pastoral shyness of disposition.

But why not put it out of my power to hurt?
Why not open the door and bestow me here in the box, or whatever you please to call it ?' And I laid my hand demonstratively on the body of the cart.
He had been timorous before; but at this, he seemed to lose the power of speech a moment, and stared at me in a perfect enthusiasm of fear.
'Why not ?' I continued.

'The idea is good.

I should be safe in there if I were the monster Williams himself.