The darkness of the night enabled me to perceive little except a vague sense of shape, a head crowned by a soft hat, and an apparently slender figure.
Whatever slight noise I made was lost in the rattle of the wheels, while the driver, utterly thoughtless as to any danger menacing him from behind, concentrated his entire attention upon the road, and his efforts to accelerate the speed of the pony.

The present opportunity was as good as I could ever hope for.

I grasped the back of the seat with one hand, a revolver in the other, pressed back the flap with my shoulder, and inserted my head within.

Not until my voice sounded at his very ear did the fellow realize my presence.
"Pull up!" I said sternly.

"Not a movement now; this is a gun at your ear." There was a sharp catch of the breath, a half turning of the head in the surprise of the shock, but his hands held to reins and whip.