Emily screamed faintly.
"Where are you goin' ?" demanded Mrs.Barnes.
The driver did not answer.

The groan from beneath the carriage was more ominously threatening than ever.

And suddenly the threat was fulfilled.
The depot-wagon jerked on for a few feet and then, with a crack, settled down to port in a most alarming fashion.

Winnie S.settled down with it, still holding tight to the reins and roaring commands to General Jackson at the top of his lungs.
"Whoa!" he hollered.

"Whoa! Stand still! Stand still where you be! Whoa!" General Jackson stood still.