"Yes, Mr. Devil, I robbed un, but 'ave mercy. I promise to take un all back," groaned Greggs, in terror, still kicking his steed, that shied around and around.
"Come, take the bag, you wretched cad."
"Aye, I promise; I'll take the bag back to dad."
"It's full," roared Dick.
"No, no, it was honly 'alf full."
"Zounds!" swore Dick.
"Pounds! No 'e wadn't; they were mostly shillings."
"Let me out!"
"No! Doan't 'ee come out. I promise, Mr. Devil—Oh!—--"
The last remark of Greggs gave place to a shriek of agonised fear. The door, under repeated blows of Dick, gave way, and out he rolled with his bag of eggs, looking in the darkness like a hideous monster come up from the deep. The horse, in mad terror, wheeled and galloped back to town; Greggs, praying and howling like a madman, hugging his horse's neck, let fall his basket in the way. Ande was rolling in the grass beyond the hedge, choking with laughter.