"Shiminey Christmas!" said he, "dot fellow vas look like as if he vas got left behint mit his horse!"
"What are you talking about?" Jack asked from inside.
"Dot wagon in der roat."
"Where?"
"Ahet."
Jack emerged.
He saw the wagon.
And he also noticed an old log house.
He stood embowered among some trees, rocks, and bushes some distance ahead on the left hand side of the road.
In a moment more the Terror reached the wagon, and halting beside it, the countryman glaring at it with a look of the most intense astonishment upon his face.