A post-chaise and horses were ordered out.

A loaf of bread, a Bologna sausage, and two bottles of sherry were put into the pockets of the carriage; we took our seats, and started briskly on our doubtful journey.
"One word more of friendly advice," says Mr.Dark, settling himself comfortably in his corner of the carriage.

"Take your sleep, William, whenever you feel that you can get it.

You won't find yourself in bed again till we get to Glasgow.".