“Is he out of his mind on top of it all!” he said to himself, and listened.
“Farmer Wise,” said the same low voice, “are we near the Inn?”
“Just there, Mr. Joseph.”
“On the little bridge yet?”
“Just come on it, Mr. Joseph.”
“Ah! Can you—stop your horses?”
“Certainly. There! Now what is it?” Mr. Joseph sat up.
“I am in your waggon—the market waggon, Farmer Wise, I think?”
“Yes, Mr. Joseph. You can't tell where we are, I see, being so much shook.”
“No. That's not it,” said Mr. Joseph. “I—are you on the seat—the front seat, Farmer Wise?”