A Tale of Two Cities — книга для чтения (C1)

The horses stopped to breathe again, and the guard got down to skid the wheel for the descent, and open the coachdoor to let the passengers in.

‘Tst! Joe!’ cried the coachman in a warning voice, looking down from his box.

‘What do you say, Tom?’ They both listened.

‘I say a horse at a canter coming up, Joe.’ ‘I say a horse at a gallop, Tom,’ returned the guard, leaving his hold of the door, and mounting nimbly to his place. ‘Gentlemen! In the kings name, all of you!’ With this hurried adjuration, he cocked his blunderbuss, and stood on the offensive.

The passenger booked by this history, was on the coachstep, getting in; the two other passengers were close behind him, and about to follow. He remained on the step, half in the coach and half out of; they re-mained in the road below him. They all looked from the coachman to the guard, and from the guard to the coachman, and listened. The coachman looked back and the guard looked back, and even the emphatic leader pricked up his ears and looked back, without contradicting.