The grocer was dimly visible within, with an ancient fowling-piece in hand, watching its endeavours.
The driver of the waggonette pulled up outside the Jolly Drovers and informed Redwood that his part of the bargain was done.

In this contention he was presently joined by the drivers of the waggon and the trolley.

Not only did they maintain this, but they refused to let the horses be taken further.
"Them big rats is nuts on 'orses," the trolley driver kept on repeating.
Cossar surveyed the controversy for a moment.
"Get the things out of that waggonette," he said, and one of his men, a tall, fair, dirty engineer, obeyed.
"Gimme that shot gun," said Cossar.
He placed himself between the drivers.

"We don't want _you_ to drive," he said.
"You can say what you like," he conceded, "but we want these horses." They began to argue, but he continued speaking.
"If you try and assault us I shall, in self-defence, let fly at your legs.

The horses are going on." He treated the incident as closed.