If all went well, I should be in time.
As we swung down the road I leaned forward, studying with interest the dust cloud of an approaching carriage.

As it came near, I called to my driver.

The two vehicles paused almost wheel to wheel.

It was my friend Jack Dandridge who sprawled on the rear seat of the carriage! That is to say, the fleshly portion of Jack Dandridge.

His mind, his memory, and all else, were gone.
I sprang into his carriage and caught him roughly by the arm.