Tommy Wilkie came along riding a plough-horse.

He waited too.
"Ought to be coming now," Dad observed, and Wilkie got excited.

He said he would go and wait in the gully and race Dave home.

"Race him home!" Dad chuckled, as Tommy cantered off, "he'll never see the way Bess goes." Then we all laughed.
Just as someone cried "Here he is!" Dave turned the corner into the lane, and Joe fell off the fence and pulled Dad with him.

Dad damned him and scrambled up again as fast as he could.