He had swung himself up among the hay, unobserved by the somnolent
driver, and had ridden thus an hour or more in that delicious state
between waking, and sleeping, ere the waggoner discovered him, whereupon
ensued the following colloquy:

THE WAGGONER. (_Indignantly_) Hallo there! what might you be a doing of
in my hay?

BELLEW. (_Drowsily_) Enjoying myself immensely.

THE WAGGONER. (_Growling_) Well, you get out o' that, and sharp about
it.

BELLEW. (_Yawning_) Not on your life! No sir,--'not for Cadwallader and
all his goats!'

THE WAGGONER. You jest get down out o' my hay,--now come!

BELLEW. (_Sleepily_) Enough, good fellow,--go to!--thy voice offends
mine ear!

THE WAGGONER. (_Threateningly_) Ear be blowed! If ye don't get down out
o' my hay,--I'll come an' throw ye out.

BELLEW. (_Drowsily_) 'Twould be an act of wanton aggression that likes
me not.

THE WAGGONER. (_Dubiously_) Where be ye goin'?

BELLEW. Wherever you like to take me; Thy way shall be my way,