"The minute I turns my 'ead to 'ave a peer at 'im. 'Kawam!' 'e
says. 'Quick! Quick!'

"So it strikes me I weren't in no such 'urry after all. Why
'urry for a Harab? The car's been rattlin' worse 'n a tinker's
basket. I gets down to lave a look--lights a gasper*--an' takes
my bloomin' time about it. You seen them yellow curs there by
Lazarus' tomb? Well, they come for me, yappin' an' snarlin' to
beat 'ell. I'm pickin' up stones to break their 'eads with--good
stones ain't such easy findin' in the dark, an' every time I
stoops 'alf a dozen curs makes a rush for me--when what d'you
suppose? That bloomin' Harab passenger o' mine vaults over into
my seat, an' afore I could say ''ell's bells' 'e's off. I'd left
the engine runnin'. By the luck o' the Lord I 'angs on, an'
scrambles in--back seat. [*Anglice--canteen cigarette.]

"I thought at first I'd reach over an' get a half-nelson on 'im
from behind. But, strike me blind! I didn't dare!

"Look where we are now. Can you see the 'air-pin turn at the
bottom of this 'ill, with a ditch, beyond it? Well, we takes
that turn in pitch-dark shadow with all four wheels in the air,
an' you'd 'a thought we was a blinkin' airplane a doin' stunts.
But 'e's a hexpert, 'e is, an' we 'olds the road. From there on
we goes in one 'oly murderin' streak to a point about 'alf-way up
the 'ill where the Inn of the Good Samaritan stands on top.
There we 'as two blow-outs simultaneous, an' thinks I, now, my
son, I've got you! I gets out.

"'You can drive,' I says, 'like Jehu son o' Nimshi what made