He waited till he judged they must be out of sight, and then began to stir beneath his load of weed.
"Keep quiet," said Zeb; "you shall get out as soon as we're up the hill." The cart began to move more slowly, and tilted back with a slant that sent the stranger's heels against the tail-board.

Zeb jumped down and trudged at the side.

The hill was long, and steep from foot to brow; and when at length the slope lessened, the wheels turned off at a sharp angle and began to roll softly over turf.
The weight and smell of the weed were beginning to suffocate the man beneath it, when Zeb called out "Woa-a!" and the mare stopped.
"Now you can come out." The other rose on his knees, shook some of his burden off, and blinked in the strong sunlight.
The cart stood on the fringe of a desolate tract of downs, high above the coast.

Over the hedge to the right appeared a long narrow strip of sea.

On the three remaining sides nothing was visible but undulating stretches of brown turf, except where, to northward, the summits of two hills in the heart of the county just topped the rising ground that hid twenty intervening miles of broken plain.
"We can leave the mare to crop.