"Oh, oh! What an idiot I was to get inside this coffin; it'll be the death of me!"
Arbery and Leveson gave another jerk to the box even as Plunger was groaning within.
"It—it—it's worse than being on the Great Wheel, or on a pleasure boat when there's a sea on. Oh, my—oh dear! When are the silly fellows going to stop it?" he moaned.
At last they did stop it, almost beneath the identical window on which Moncrief minor had traced Plunger's noble features.
"That's about the ticket, isn't it, Arbery? My, it's hot work! Didn't think that old box was so heavy. You'd fancy it was stuffed with lead instead of broken bats and rubbish of that sort. Phew!"
Leveson wiped his forehead with his handkerchief.
"Yes; that's the thing. It'll give an extra seat or two, if they're wanted."
"My word! They're going to sit on me," groaned Plunger. His groans were cut short by a loud outburst of laughter from Arbery.
"What's the lunatic laughing at now?" thought Plunger.
"Hold me up, Levy!" Arbery in rising from the box had caught sight of the caricature of Plunger on the window, and burst into a fit of laughter. "Do you see it—do you see who it's meant for?"