The first care of the two unspilt friends was to extricate their unfortunate companions from their bed of quickset--a process which gave them the unspeakable satisfaction of discovering that they had sustained no injury, beyond sundry rents in their garments, and various lacerations from the brambles. The next thing to be done was to unharness the horse. This complicated process having been effected, the party walked slowly forward, leading the horse among them, and abandoning the chaise to its fate. An hour’s walk brought the travellers to a little road-side public- house, with two elm-trees, a horse trough, and a signpost, in front; one or two deformed hay-ricks behind, a kitchen garden at the side, and rotten sheds and mouldering outhouses jumbled in strange confusion all about it. A red-headed man was working in the garden; and to him Mr. Pickwick called lustily, ‘Hollo there!’ The red-headed man raised his body, shaded his eyes with his hand, and stared, long and coolly, at Mr. Pickwick and his companions. ‘Hollo there!’ repeated Mr. Pickwick. ‘Hollo!’ was the red-headed man’s reply. ‘How far is it to Dingley Dell?’ ‘Better er seven mile.’ ‘Is it a good road?’ ‘No, ‘tain’t.’ Having uttered this brief reply, and apparently satisfied himself with another scrutiny, the red-headed man resumed his work. ‘We want to put this horse up here,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘I suppose we can, can’t we?’ Want to put that ere horse up, do ee?’ repeated the red-headed man, leaning on his spade. ‘Of course,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, who had by this time advanced, horse in hand, to the garden rails. ‘Missus’--roared the man with the red head, emerging from the garden, and looking very hard at the horse--‘missus!’ A tall, bony woman--straight all the way down--in a coarse, blue pelisse, with the waist an inch or two below her arm-pits, responded to the call. ‘Can we put this horse up here, my good woman?’ said Mr. Tupman, advancing, and speaking in his most seductive tones. The woman looked very hard at the whole party; and the red-headed man whispered something in her ear. ‘No,’ replied the woman, after a little consideration, ‘I’m afeerd on it.’ ‘Afraid!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, ‘what’s the woman afraid of?’ ‘It got us in trouble last time,’ said the woman, turning into the house; ‘I woan’t have nothin’ to say to ‘un.’ ‘Most extraordinary thing I have ever met with in my life,’ said the astonished Mr. Pickwick. ‘I--I--really believe,’ whispered Mr. Winkle, as his friends gathered round him, ‘that they think we have come by this horse in some dishonest manner.’ ‘What!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, in a storm of indignation. Mr. Winkle modestly repeated his suggestion. ‘Hollo, you fellow,’ said the angry Mr. Pickwick, ‘do you think we stole the horse?’ ‘I’m sure ye did,’ replied the red-headed man, with a grin which agitated his countenance from one auricular organ to the other. Saying which he turned into the house and banged the door after him.