The waggoner awaited his approach, grasping his whip with a nervous grip that foreboded mischief.
On came Lenoir.
"I say, my friend," he called out, "I think you have a man concealed in the cart!"
"Va-t-en!—get out!" retorted the waggoner.
"I am serious. Will you oblige me by pulling up and looking?"
"Not exactly."
Lenoir had a very limited stock of patience, and he soon came to the end of it.
He ran to the leading horse and pulled it up sharply.
The waggoner swore and lashed up.
But Lenoir, turning his attention next to the shaft horse, pulled the waggon up to a standstill.