Faster then horses

For the first half hour, Grimalkin, Alice, Judd, and I sprinted beside the cart, alert for danger, but then Benson turned toward us.

“It’ll kill the horses to keep up this pace!” he shouted, shaking his head.

The beasts were sweating, and at a nod from Grimalkin he flicked the reins and slowed them to a trot. After dark we rested for a few hours, taking it in turns to keep watch. Soon we were moving again. The anticipated attack never came, and as the hours passed, Chipenden drew steadily closer.

B10 C18