At last, I heard the guard's horn and the clatter of the horses' hoofs.

Up drove a coach--I looked out cautiously--it was the Humming Bee.

Three outside places were vacant; one behind the coachman; two on the dickey.

The first was taken immediately by a farmer, the second---to my unspeakable disgust and terror--was secured by the inevitable Bow Street runner; who, as soon as h e was up, helped the weakly Screw into the third place, by his side.
They were going to Crickgelly; not a doubt of it, now.
I grew mad with impatience for the arrival of the Red Cross Knight.
Half-an-hour passed--forty minutes--and then I heard another horn and another clatter--and the Red Cross Knight rattled up to the hotel door at full speed.

What if there should be no vacant place for me! I ran to the door with a sinking heart.