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COACHING DAYS AND COACHING WAYS 



above categorically set down lk and cleared the driver 

 and his little wain with case." This feat brought down 

 the house or rather the street. " Hark-a-way, Dick ! ' 

 resounded on all hands. 



Pursued and pursuers, I now observe with pain (for a 

 change of metaphor is always embarrassing), " fly past 

 scattered cottages along the Enfield Highway" (nine and 

 a half miles from London) no longer " like a swift-sailing 



Driving to Catch the Mail. 



schooner with three lumbering Indiamen in her wake," 

 but " like eagles on the wing." To descend from these 

 aerial regions to the hard high road — they were all going 

 well and strong. Coates's party not having lost ground, 

 but perspiring profusely, Black Bess not having turned 

 a hair. It was at this period in the journey, somewhere 

 about Waltham Cross, that is to say, that Dick said, 

 " I'll let 'em sec what I think of 'em," and turned his 

 head. This was surely an unnecessary step. But the 



