"Boy," Stan muttered. "That was a close shave."
"I got a small cut," Sim said.
"And you didn't yell?" O'Malley spoke admiringly.
"It would have been the end for us if I had yelled," Sim answered.
The cart continued to jog along slowly. Long shadows fell across the road and the cart passed many farmers returning from the fields.
"I could eat a boiled dog," O'Malley grumbled.
"We'll eat later," Sim assured him.
Darkness settled slowly. The driver turned off the road into a narrower lane as soon as it was dark.
"No traveling is allowed after dark," Sim explained. "We must be near our second station."
The cart halted and the driver called to them.