“Win me!”
“Ay; just that same.”
By this time I found myself beside a car, upon which all my luggage was already placed.
“Get up, now,” said he.
“It's a beautiful car, and a dhry cushion,” added a voice near, to the manifest mirth of the bystanders.
Delighted to escape my tormentors, I sprang up opposite to him, while a cheer, mad and wild enough for a tribe of Iroquois, yelled behind us. Away We rattled over the pavement, without lamp or lantern to guide our path, while the sea dashed its foam across our faces, and the rain beat in torrents upon our backs.
“Where to, Captain?” inquired my companion, as he plied his whip without ceasing.
“The Castle; you know where that is?”
“Faix I ought,” was the reply. “Ain't I there at the levees. But howld fast, your honour; the road isn't good; and there is a hole somewhere hereabouts.”
“A hole! For Heaven's sake, take care. Do you know where it is?”