"I'll take the mare and the man!" panted the Parson, racing up behind, his curls almost cracking. "You go for the lynch-pins!"
He swept past, Polly in hand.
"Forgive me, Jenny!" he cried; and thrust home.
A spout of blood seemed to darken the sky, and deluge all. The wain brought up with a dreadful jerk.
"Home, sir, if you can!" shouted Piper from his loop-hole. "Here's the
Grannydears!"
"Kit!" bawled the Parson. "Where are you?"
The lad crept out from under the wain.
"Got the lynch-pins?"
"Yes."
"Then come on!"