Then he wheeled and ran back to the car, reaching it as the man was making an effort to descend.

It could be seen that he had been tall, before time and sorrow had bent him, and keen eyes gleamed below shaggy white brows from under his hat brim.

He had a white moustache, and his hair was snowy.
"Allow me," said the Harvester reaching a hand.
"If you touch me I will cane you," said Mr.Alexander Herron.
There was nothing to do but step back.

The cane, wheel, and a long coat skirt interfering, the old man fell headlong, and only quick hands saved him a severe jolt and bruises.

He stood glaring in the moonlight while his hat was restored.
"If you run your car to the curve you can back toward the south and turn easily," said the Harvester to the driver.