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‘
I
see
his
head
,
’
exclaimed
the
choleric
old
man
;
‘
damme
,
I
see
his
head
.
’
‘
So
do
I
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
;
‘
that
’
s
he
.
’
Mr
.
Pickwick
was
not
mistaken
.
The
countenance
of
Mr
.
Jingle
,
completely
coated
with
mud
thrown
up
by
the
wheels
,
was
plainly
discernible
at
the
window
of
his
chaise
;
and
the
motion
of
his
arm
,
which
was
waving
violently
towards
the
postillions
,
denoted
that
he
was
encouraging
them
to
increased
exertion
.
The
interest
was
intense
.
Fields
,
trees
,
and
hedges
,
seemed
to
rush
past
them
with
the
velocity
of
a
whirlwind
,
so
rapid
was
the
pace
at
which
they
tore
along
.
They
were
close
by
the
side
of
the
first
chaise
.
Jingle
’
s
voice
could
be
plainly
heard
,
even
above
the
din
of
the
wheels
,
urging
on
the
boys
.
Old
Mr
.
Wardle
foamed
with
rage
and
excitement
.
He
roared
out
scoundrels
and
villains
by
the
dozen
,
clenched
his
fist
and
shook
it
expressively
at
the
object
of
his
indignation
;
but
Mr
.
Jingle
only
answered
with
a
contemptuous
smile
,
and
replied
to
his
menaces
by
a
shout
of
triumph
,
as
his
horses
,
answering
the
increased
application
of
whip
and
spur
,
broke
into
a
faster
gallop
,
and
left
the
pursuers
behind
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
had
just
drawn
in
his
head
,
and
Mr
.
Wardle
,
exhausted
with
shouting
,
had
done
the
same
,
when
a
tremendous
jolt
threw
them
forward
against
the
front
of
the
vehicle
.
There
was
a
sudden
bump
—
a
loud
crash
—
away
rolled
a
wheel
,
and
over
went
the
chaise
.
After
a
very
few
seconds
of
bewilderment
and
confusion
,
in
which
nothing
but
the
plunging
of
horses
,
and
breaking
of
glass
could
be
made
out
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
felt
himself
violently
pulled
out
from
among
the
ruins
of
the
chaise
;
and
as
soon
as
he
had
gained
his
feet
,
extricated
his
head
from
the
skirts
of
his
greatcoat
,
which
materially
impeded
the
usefulness
of
his
spectacles
,
the
full
disaster
of
the
case
met
his
view
.
Old
Mr
.
Wardle
without
a
hat
,
and
his
clothes
torn
in
several
places
,
stood
by
his
side
,
and
the
fragments
of
the
chaise
lay
scattered
at
their
feet
.
The
post
-
boys
,
who
had
succeeded
in
cutting
the
traces
,
were
standing
,
disfigured
with
mud
and
disordered
by
hard
riding
,
by
the
horses
’
heads
.
About
a
hundred
yards
in
advance
was
the
other
chaise
,
which
had
pulled
up
on
hearing
the
crash
.
The
postillions
,
each
with
a
broad
grin
convulsing
his
countenance
,
were
viewing
the
adverse
party
from
their
saddles
,
and
Mr
.
Jingle
was
contemplating
the
wreck
from
the
coach
window
,
with
evident
satisfaction
.
The
day
was
just
breaking
,
and
the
whole
scene
was
rendered
perfectly
visible
by
the
grey
light
of
the
morning
.
‘
Hollo
!
’
shouted
the
shameless
Jingle
,
‘
anybody
damaged
?
—
elderly
gentlemen
—
no
light
weights
—
dangerous
work
—
very
.
’
‘
You
’
re
a
rascal
,
’
roared
Wardle
.
