"In Piedimulera pagero," said Benham over his shoulder and brought
the whip across the white outstanding ribs. "Get up!" said Benham.
Amanda gripped the sides of the seat as the carriage started into
motion.
He laid the whip on again with such vigour that the horse forgot
altogether to shy at the urchin that had scared it before.
"Amanda," said Benham leaning back. "If we do happen to go over on
THAT side, jump out. It's all clear and wide for you. This side
won't matter so--"
"MIND!" screamed Amanda and recalled him to his duties. He was off
the road and he had narrowly missed an outstanding chestnut true.
"No, you don't," said Benham presently, and again their career
became erratic for a time as after a slight struggle he replaced the
apron over the knees of the deposed driver. It had been furtively
released. After that Benham kept an eye on it that might have been
better devoted to the road.
The road went down in a series of curves and corners. Now and then
there were pacific interludes when it might have been almost any
road.
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