Well, come along.

Tell 'em all to look sharp and hop up, for 'tis 'bout time we was to 'ome, and the 'Rover' put up for the night." Gladly enough the others obeyed her eager signals.

Joyfully they scrambled up into the high carriage and dropped on the dusty, gritty seats.

Dan and his enemies exchanged broad, sheepish smiles, but they were amiable smiles.

Tonkin flung up the last of the faggots and climbed up on the engine, and off they started.