Yes, it's time we turned round.

Now, then, 'bout ship!" The tricycle clanked and rattled away merrily enough on the return journey until it came to the long hill, which this time had to be climbed instead of descended.
"Don't let's get off," said Jack; "we ought to rush her up this if we set our minds to it." With a great deal of panting and struggling they succeeded in getting about half-way; then suddenly there was a crack, and the machine, instead of going forward, began to run back.

Faster and faster it went, the pedals remaining motionless under their feet.
"The chain's gone," gasped the captain.

"There's a cart behind! Quick, run her aground!" Of course the mate turned the handle the wrong way.

On one side of the road was an ordinary hedge, while on the other lay a deep ditch, and into this a moment later the "coffee-mill" disappeared with every soul on board! There was an awful moment, when earth, sky, arms, legs, wheels, and bushes seemed all mixed together, and then Jack Vance found himself resting on his hands and knees in a puddle of dirty water.