"I never dreamt of such a thing." The squire set his lips hard together.
"Just tell me your story over again," he said to the coachman.
"Well, yesterday evening, squire, I went down into the village to buy some 'bacca.

Just as I got back to the gate, out runs a boy.

It was too dark for me to see his face, but I naturally supposed it were Reuben, so I said, 'Hello, Reuben, how's the leg ?' But the moment I spoke, he turned off from the path and ran away.
"Well, I thought it was queer, but I went on to the stable.

About a quarter of an hour afterwards, and as I was a-cleaning up the bits, I heard Wolf howl.

He kept on at it, so I took a lantern and went out to see what was the matter.