'Two guineas a-piece, boys--don't let 'em gain on us--keep it up--keep it up.' The horses in the first chaise started on at their utmost speed; and those in Mr.Wardle's galloped furiously behind them.
'I see his head,' exclaimed the choleric old man; 'damme, I see his head.' 'So do I' said Mr.Pickwick; 'that's he.' Mr.Pickwick was not mistaken.
The countenance of Mr.Jingle, completely coated with mud thrown up by the wheels, was plainly discernible at the window of his chaise; and the motion of his arm, which was waving violently towards the postillions, denoted that he was encouraging them to increased exertion.
The interest was intense.

Fields, trees, and hedges, seemed to rush past them with the velocity of a whirlwind, so rapid was the pace at which they tore along.

They were close by the side of the first chaise.
Jingle's voice could be plainly heard, even above the din of the wheels, urging on the boys.

Old Mr.Wardle foamed with rage and excitement.

He roared out scoundrels and villains by the dozen, clenched his fist and shook it expressively at the object of his indignation; but Mr.Jingle only answered with a contemptuous smile, and replied to his menaces by a shout of triumph, as his horses, answering the increased application of whip and spur, broke into a faster gallop, and left the pursuers behind.
Mr.Pickwick had just drawn in his head, and Mr.Wardle, exhausted with shouting, had done the same, when a tremendous jolt threw them forward against the front of the vehicle.