By the time we gets 'ere to Bethany, thinks I, it's time to take a look an' see if my passenger's still in the bloomin' car.

So I slows down.
"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.