That's it.

Let'em goa noo.

Dang 'em, they'll gang whoam fast eneaf!' In truth, the animals were no sooner released than they trotted back, with much deliberation, to the stable they had just left, which was distant not a mile behind.
'Can you blo' a harn ?' asked the guard, disengaging one of the coach-lamps.
'I dare say I can,' replied Nicholas.
'Then just blo' away into that 'un as lies on the grund, fit to wakken the deead, will'ee,' said the man, 'while I stop sum o' this here squealing inside.

Cumin', cumin'.

Dean't make that noise, wooman.' As the man spoke, he proceeded to wrench open the uppermost door of the coach, while Nicholas, seizing the horn, awoke the echoes far and wide with one of the most extraordinary performances on that instrument ever heard by mortal ears.