And as they went along, Belinda presently heard the man on horseback and the woman and all the magic toys come clattering after them as hard as they could come.
"Ah!" observed the boy; "we are on the right path; the King has sent them after us."
"The King!"
"Yes; did you not see a toll-man on the bridge?"
"No," answered Belinda; but she whispered to herself, "a king in disguise; wise, prize, size."
"You are getting more sensible," said the boy, as he drove faster and faster till the white cart-horse seemed to turn into a race-horse, he went so swiftly.
"There will be an accident," said Belinda.
And so there was, for the cart-wheel flew off, and down went the cart, and Belinda and the boy were tumbled into a ditch, whence they scrambled out and rolled down a grassy slope, on and on and on, such a distance that Belinda felt quite giddy.
"This is the end of the drive," said the boy; "we need not trouble about the horse and cart. Follow me."
And Belinda followed him.