Suddenly the caravan swayed. He stumbled, and fear crept into his craven soul. The caravan lurched. It was moving.... Its hind wheels came to the ground with a crash....
He took a step doorward and was pitched sideways and thrown upon his knees.... Then he was hurled against the dresser and hit by a falling plate. A cup fell and smashed and the caravan seemed to leap and bound....
Through the little window he had a glimpse of yew bushes hurrying upward. The caravan was going down hill....
“Lummy!” said William, clutching at the bunks to hold himself upright....
“Ca-arnt be that drink!” said William, aspread and aghast....
He attempted the door.
“Crikey! Here! Hold in! My shin!” ... “’Tis thut Brasted Vool of a Boy!”
“....” said William. “....——....
