Had a single shoe failed to send forth the proper sound as it struck the hard dry road, had there been a creak or a jingle too many, or too few, those ears would instantly have detected it.

The downcast eyes that looked neither to the right nor left--at the golden wheat or the broad fields of barley--were keenly watching the ears of the team, and noting how one of the leaders lathered and flung white froth upon the dust.

From that height the bowed backs of the reapers were visible in the corn.

The reapers caught sight of the coach, and stood up to look, and wiped their brows, and a distant hurrah came from the boys among them.

In all the pomp and glory of paint and varnish the tall coach rolled on, gently swaying from side to side as the springs yielded to the irregularities of the road.