"We're all right," said I. "But it was a close call."
"The brute!" cried Jill passionately. "The beastly stinking——"
Berry spoke between his clenched teeth in a voice shaken with choler.
"We'll have that blistered swine if we have to drag hell for him. For all he knows, the car's overturned and on fire, and we're pinned under it. It's German. Pure full-blooded German. It's the most verminous thing I've ever dreamed of. It's——Burn it! Words fail me."
He rose and got out of the car. I followed him and helped Jill to alight. She was a little pale, and, when she saw the havoc on the off-side, her eyes began to fill with tears.
I put my arm about her.
"Don't worry, darling. It looks worse than it is. And we'll have that merchant's blood. We've got his number."
Daphne came up to comfort her, and Jonah, after a cursory glance at the damage, limped to the opposite side of the road, sat down on the bank, and lighted a cigarette.
"What was he doing?" said Berry, his face still a dark red.
I shrugged my shoulders.