Penny Blood Serial Fiction — page 33: what you’re looking at

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16 THE COURT OF LONDON your horse-flesh! Do you see anything of the yellow coach yet? ” ~“ Nothing, sir,’ was the reply. Page still kept his head out of the window; and he strained his eyes to the utmost as he looked up the road. The night was moonlit, the atmosphere was of silvery clearness, and all was bright with the sheen of the frost, so that he could distinguish objects at a considerable distance. Suddenly the coachman uttered an ejaculation and at the same instant the commercial traveller caught sight of a vehicle a quarter of a mile ahead. “That’s it, sir!’’ exclaimed the driver. ‘‘ There — it’s crossing over from one side of the road to the t’other — most likely on account of the flintstones — ”’ ‘“T see — I see!’ interrupted Page, who at that moment got a glimpse of the yellow side and wheels of the coach. ‘“ Push along, my fine fellow! You’ll earn your guinea yet! ”’ “And us the hundred pound reward, sir,’ added Mr. Grint, in a tone of satisfaction as lively as it was in his stolid nature to render it. ‘“ Why — they’re a-stopping, sir! ’’ ejaculated the driver. ‘“T s’pose they’re a-waiting for us to come up with ’em — ”’ “No such thing!’’ cried Page, who was hanging half-way out of the window, and straining his eyes to the full extent of their visual powers; “‘ the villain has just jumped out of the coach — yes — ’tis he, by heaven! ” “A tall man in a cloak, sir?’’ exclaimed the driver, without turning his head, but whipping his horses furiously. ‘Yes — to be sure!’ cried Page. ‘“‘ I saw him as plain as possible; he cut across the road — to those houses on the left there — ”’ ‘And now the yaller jarvey is turning around to come back again,” said Mr. Grint, who was gazing from the other window. This last piece of information was perfectly true, and in a couple of minutes the two vehicles met. The one contain- ing the constables and Page pulled up, and the yellow coach followed the example. Out sprang the commercial traveller from the former; and in breathless haste he assailed the driver of the latter with a host of questions. ‘Which way is he gone? Where has he hidden himself? What did he say?” GOMmicdooks (E(0)