Straight up to the cab Boltwood rushed, flinging open the door and lifting his hat at the same time.
Two hands came out and clutched him by the collar before he could start back in astonishment. Behind him Greg Carker bobbed up from somewhere and gave him a boosting push. The two hands in his collar gave a surge at the same time, and into the cab went Boltwood with a rush.
Slam! went the door, and up to the seat beside the driver vaulted Carker, saying:
“Let ’er go! We’re off!”
Strange sounds came from within the cab.
“Don’t mind any slight agitation,” said Carker to the driver. “If it happens that any damage is done, I’ll guarantee that we’ll pay double what repairs will cost.”
“All right, sir. Which way, sir?”
“Straight over the Barnesville Bridge.”
Away went the cab with a rattle, a rush, and cracking of the whip.