The moment I
appeared on the steps,
"In with you, Frank--in with you," he exclaimed, disengaging the
hand-reins from the terrets into which they had been thrust, "I have been
waiting here these five minutes. Jump up, Tim!"
And, gathering the reins up firmly, he mounted by the wheel, tucked the
top-coat about his legs, shook out the long lash of his tandem whip, and
lapped it up in good style.
"I always drive with one of these"--he said, half apologetically, as I
thought--"they are so handy on the road for the cur dogs, when you have
setters with you--they plague your life out else. Have you the
pistol-case in, Tim, for I don't see it?"
"All raight, sur," answered he, not over well pleased, as it seemed,
that it should even be suspected that he could have forgotten any thing
--"All raight!"
"Go along, then," cried Harry, and at the word the high bred nags went
off; and though my friend was too good and too old a hand to worry his
cattle at the beginning of a long day's journey--many minutes had not
passed before we found ourselves on board the ferry-boat, steaming it
merrily towards the Jersey shore.
"A quarter past six to the minute," said Harry, as we landed at Hoboken.
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