The stableman stood away from Tod's bridle, and the three horses put their necks into their collars like one.
A little chorus of approbation rose from the body of the brake; the man in the middle of the road jumped aside, cursing.
As they passed him, gathering pace, "That's one of 'em," muttered Dick.
"He'll go into 'The Goat in Boots' and hear all about us," said Amaryllis.
"I don't think he'll want to draw too much attention to himself," said Dick. "But if he does go in, Ned Blossom and the two hayseeds in the bar'll tell him all about Sam Bunce."
"Do you think he really believes in Bunce?" asked the girl.
"He believes already in three pounds, and the next drink'll make him believe in everything."
"You are clever," said Amaryllis, "and it's awfully funny."
"You," said Dick, "are astonishing."
"Why?" asked the girl.