"Don't justly know what to make of it, sir."
"You can't get a line on him?"
"No, sir. He's slewed aside out o my range."
And indeed the Gentleman had swung his team to the left, as though to avoid the old man's fire. They were lurching along at a thundering gallop. It seemed as though the horses were fleeing from the wain.
The Parson was leaning far out of the window to watch.
"Round he comes!"
As he spoke, the Gentleman flung back with all his strength, and wrenched to the right.
Round came the leader; the wheeler, slithering, jerking, almost swept off her legs, as the wain came on top of her. Then the whole came thundering across the greensward at the gable-end of the cottage.
"Ca'ant be going to ram us, sir, surely?" shouted Piper.
The old man could see nothing now, but he could hear the roar of the approaching wain.