My knees began to knock together, and my teeth rattled just like those Turkish castanets you've seen dancers use.
The worst had come, and this black-browed villain was about to finish me then and there.
I tried to get to my feet.
"Hold on there!" growled the driver.
His voice trembled, I thought, with rage.
It was the most terrible moment of my life.
"Who are ye?" he next demanded.
I told him my name.
"What ye going to Athens fur?" he asked.
I hastened to inform him that I was the funny man who had been engaged to appear, my object being to let him know I might be worth more coming away from Athens than when bound there.