Perhaps a leetle oilier in the run,' the voice suggested, with meditative gusto.

'Give it us again.' Harker glanced, from the depths of his humiliation, at the speaker.

He beheld a powerful, sun-brown, clean-shaven fellow, about forty years of age, striding beside the cart with a non-commissioned military bearing, and (as he strode) spinning in the air a cane.

The fellow's clothes were very bad, but he looked clean and self-reliant.
'I'm only a beginner,' gasped the blushing Harker, 'I didn't think anybody could hear me.' 'Well, I like that!' returned the other.

'You're a pretty old beginner.
Come, I'll give you a lead myself.