And with such admonitions as these, the old gentleman ran up and down the yard, and bustled to and fro, in a state of excitement which communicated itself to Mr. Pickwick also; and under the influence of which, that gentleman got himself into complicated entanglements with harness, and mixed up with horses and wheels of chaises, in the most surprising manner, firmly believing that by so doing he was materially forwarding the preparations for their resuming their journey. ‘Jump in--jump in!’ cried old Wardle, climbing into the chaise, pulling up the steps, and slamming the door after him. ‘Come along! Make haste!’ And before Mr. Pickwick knew precisely what he was about, he felt himself forced in at the other door, by one pull from the old gentleman and one push from the hostler; and off they were again. ‘Ah! we are moving now,’ said the old gentleman exultingly. They were indeed, as was sufficiently testified to Mr. Pickwick, by his constant collision either with the hard wood-work of the chaise, or the body of his companion. ‘Hold up!’ said the stout old Mr. Wardle, as Mr. Pickwick dived head foremost into his capacious waistcoat. ‘I never did feel such a jolting in my life,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Never mind,’ replied his companion, ‘it will soon be over. Steady, steady.’ Mr. Pickwick planted himself into his own corner, as firmly as he could; and on whirled the chaise faster than ever. They had travelled in this way about three miles, when Mr. Wardle, who had been looking out of the Window for two or three minutes, suddenly drew in his face, covered with splashes, and exclaimed in breathless eagerness-- ‘Here they are!’ Mr. Pickwick thrust his head out of his window. Yes: there was a chaise- and-four, a short distance before them, dashing along at full gallop. ‘Go on, go on,’ almost shrieked the old gentleman. ‘Two guineas a-piece, boys--don’t let ‘em gain on us--keep it up--keep it up.’ The horses in the first chaise started on at their utmost speed; and those in Mr. Wardle’s galloped furiously behind them. ‘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.