“Don’t I!”
“Listen,” she said.
The noise of wheels broke the awful silence around them, and round the bend of the road, coming from the direction indicated as “Carlow 126 miles,” appeared the “tub.”
“That’s our salvation,” said Violet.
“That’s Patsy,” said Mr Fanshawe.
“We’ve been chasing you,” cried Doris, as the “tub” drew up. “We saw you away up there sitting under the hedge. We were on the other road, then, when Patsy saw you get up and come down the hill, he said we’d be sure to find you here.”
“How many miles are we from the house, Patsy?” asked Mr Fanshawe.
“Four, sir.”
“If Miss Lestrange gets into the cart, can you get her there before lunch-time?”
“Aisy, sir. Punch’ll do it in twenty minits.”