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"Come down then."

"Sha'n't! I ain't doing nothing to you."

Crack! went the whip again, and I saw Shock bend down.

"I'm a-cutting the cart rope," he shouted.

"Come down." Crack! went the whip.

Shock did not speak.

"Will he cut the rope?" I whispered.

"If he do we shall be two hours loading up again, and a lot o' things

smashed," growled Ike. Then aloud: "Are you a coming down? Get down and go home."

"Sha'n't!" came from above us; and, like a good general, Ike accepted

his defeat, and climbed back to his place on the left shaft, while I

took mine on the right.

"It's no good," he said in a low grumbling tone. "When he says he

won't, he won't, and them ropes is the noo 'uns. He'll have to go on

with us now; and I'm blest if I don't think we've lost a good ten

minutes over him and his noise."

"I've been to Paris and I've been to Dover," came from over our heads.

"Think o' me letting that scare me!" said Ike, giving his whip a vicious

whisk through the air.

"But it seemed so strange," I said.

"Ay, it did. Look yonder," he said. "That's the norrard. It looks

light, don't it?"

"Yes," I said.

"Ah! it never gets no darker than that all night. You'll see that get

more round to the nor-east as we gets nigher to London."

So it proved, for by degrees I saw the stars in the north-east pale; and

by the time we reached Hyde Park Corner a man was busy with a light

ladder putting out the lamps, and it seemed all so strange that it

should be broad daylight, while, as we jolted over the paving-stones as

we went farther, the light had got well round now to the east, and the

daylight affected Ike, for as, after a long silence, we suddenly heard

once more from the top of the baskets: "I've been to Paris and I've been to Dover!"

Ike took up the old song, and in a rough, but not unmusical voice roared

out the second line: "I've been a-travelling all the world over."

Or, as he gave it to match Do-ho-ver--"O-ho-ver." And it seemed to me

that I had become a great traveller, for that was London all before me,

with a long golden line above it in the sky.