He trembled a little nervously, his face was flushed, but he glanced back with a grin at Eddy racing to catch up.
"Drive on, Martin," Carroll said to the coachman.
The old gardener waited until Eddy came alongside, then he called out to him.

"Hi!" he said, "better hurry up.

Guess your pa is goin' to have a reckonin' with ye." "You shut up!" cried the boy, breathlessly, racing past.

When finally he reached the carriage, he promptly caught hold of the rear, doubled up his legs, and hung on until it rolled into the grounds of the Carroll place and drew up in the semicircle opposite the front-door.
Then he dropped lightly to the ground and ran around to the front of the carriage as his father got out.

Eddy without a word stood before his father, who towered over him grandly, confronting him with a really majestic reproach, not untinctured with love.