[St. Ives by Robert Louis Stevenson]@TWC D-Link bookSt. Ives CHAPTER XII--I FOLLOW A COVERED CART NEARLY TO MY DESTINATION 9/22
'Stop! It's all right! Stop!' But the driver only turned a white face on me for a moment, and redoubled his efforts, bending forward, plying his whip and crying to his horses; these lay themselves down to the gallop and beat the highway with flying hoofs; and the cart bounded after them among the ruts and fled in a halo of rain and spattering mud.
But a minute since, and it had been trundling along like a lame cow; and now it was off as though drawn by Apollo's coursers. There is no telling what a man can do, until you frighten him! It was as much as I could do myself, though I ran valiantly, to maintain my distance; and that (since I knew my countrymen so near) was become a chief point with me.
A hundred yards farther on the cart whipped out of the high-road into a lane embowered with leafless trees, and became lost to view.
When I saw it next, the driver had increased his advantage considerably, but all danger was at an end, and the horses had again declined into a hobbling walk.
Persuaded that they could not escape me, I took my time, and recovered my breath as I followed them. Presently the lane twisted at right angles, and showed me a gate and the beginning of a gravel sweep; and a little after, as I continued to advance, a red brick house about seventy years old, in a fine style of architecture, and presenting a front of many windows to a lawn and garden.
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