"Tom won't let us go, if you act so.

Don't you suppose four grown men know better than we do whether it's safe?
I'm not afraid a bit." Nevertheless, Gypsy and Tom, and even Mr.Hallam, looked narrowly at the old frail log, and down into the gorge where the water was gurgling.

Once the wheels grazed the log, and it tilted slightly.

Sarah screamed aloud.
Mr.Surly knew what he was about, however, and knew how to do it.

He passed on safely into the wider road, and the wood-cart rattled composedly on.
"There a'r'd a ben a purty close shave in the night," he remarked, coolly, pointing with his whip down the precipice.