I wonder where he is going to take me this morning." Four or five minutes later Charlie's friend appeared at the door.
He was evidently out of temper.

He sprung hastily into the vehicle, as if he had altogether forgotten that he had asked Charlie to accompany him.
Then, as his eye fell on him, he nodded and said briefly, "Jump in." A little surprised at the unceremonious address, Charlie sprang into the seat beside him without hesitation, seeing that his companion was evidently so much out of temper that he was not thinking of what he was doing at the moment.

The coachman cracked his whip, and the spirited horses went off, at a rate of speed that threatened danger to persons traversing the narrow streets of the town.

The cracking of the coachman's whip, and an occasional loud shout and the jangling of the bells, gave, however, sufficient warning of their approach.
Charlie smiled at the alacrity with which every one sprang out of the way, and either leapt into doorways or squeezed themselves against the wall.

He was surprised, however, to see that not only did the townspeople show no resentment, at the reckless pace at which the carriage was driven, but that the soldiers, officers as well as men, cleared out as quickly, and without any expression of indignation or anger.
Indeed, most of them, as soon as they gained a place of safety, saluted his companion.
"These Russians have evidently a higher respect for their doctors than have the Swedes," he said to himself.