It is due this morning.

Every Saturday morning you will see the waggon come in.

Why, here it is now, as I am a living man, coming round the curve." Robert glanced back and saw a great heavy waggon drawn by two strong horses lumbering slowly along the road which led to the New Hall.

From the efforts of the animals and its slow pace the contents seemed to be of great weight.
"Just you wait here," old McIntyre cried, plucking at his son's sleeve with his thin bony hand.

"Wait here and see it pass.