Sometimes the moving spectre is a white donkey browsing alongside the road.
Then again I've heard of how it was a swing that had a white pillow left in it by the children, and the night wind caused it to advance and retreat in a _terrible_ way.

Hugh, let's investigate this silly old business while we're on the spot." And by these wonderfully brave words Julius hoped to dissipate any notion concerning his alleged timidity that may have lodged in the brains of his chums.
So K.K.started up again, and by another minute the old car had passed in among the trees, with the overgrown brush "swiping" against the sides every foot of the way.

It was necessary that they proceed slowly and cautiously, because none of them had ever been over that long disused road before, and all sorts of obstacles might confront the bold invaders of the wilds.
Hugh was using his eyes to good advantage, and at his advice the others did the same.

It was a good thing the car was old, and that it mattered nothing how those stiff branches scraped against the sides during their forward progress.

K.K.knew how to manage, all right, and, although the trail was quite rough in places where the heavy rains had washed the earth away, and left huge stones projecting, he was able to navigate around these obstacles successfully.
Twice they came to low places where water ran, and there was some danger of the heavy car becoming mired.