'I'll come,' said Trev.
'Then I'm goin' to come, too,' insisted Juliet. 'Besides, I've still got the money and you're goin' to need it.'
'Your money's in the bank,' said Glenda, 'and the bank is shut. But I think I've got a few dollars in my purse.'
'Then, excuse me,' said Trev, 'I won't be a moment. I think there's somethin' we ought to take... '
The driver of the horse bus to Sto Lat looked down and said, 'Two dollars fifty pence each.'
'But you only go to Sto Lat,' said Glenda.
'Yes,' said the man calmly. 'That's why it says Sto Lat on the front.'
'We might 'ave to go a lot further,' said Trev.
'Just about every coach in this part of the world goes through Sto Lat,' he said. 'How long will it take to get there?'
'Well, this is the late-night bus, okay? It's for people who've got to be in Sto Lat early and haven't got much money, and there's the rub, see? The less the money, the slower the travel. We get there in the end. Somewhere around about dawn, in fact.'
'All night? I think I could walk it faster.'
The man had the quiet, friendly air about him of someone who had found the best way to get through life was never to give much of a stuff about anything. 'Be my guest,' he said. 'I'll wave to you as we go past.'
Glenda looked down the length of the coach. It was half full of the kind of people who took the overnight bus because it wasn't very expensive; the kind of people, in fact, who had brought their own dinner in a paper bag, and probably not a new paper bag at that.
The three of them huddled. 'It's the only one we can afford,' said Trev. 'I don't think we can even afford travel for one on the mail coaches.'
'Can't we try and bargain with him?' said Glenda.
'Good idea,' said Trev. He walked back to the coach.
'Hello again,' said the driver.
'When are you gonna leave?' said Trev.
'In about five minutes.'
'So everyone who's gonna be riding is on the coach.'
Glenda glanced past the driver. The passenger behind him was very meticulously peeling a hardboiled egg.
'Could be,' said the driver.
'Then why not leave right now,' said Trev, 'and go faster? It's very important.'
'Late-night,' said the driver. 'That's what I said.'
'Supposing I was to threaten you with this lead pipe, would you go any faster?' said Trev.
'Trevor Likely!' said Glenda. 'You can't go around threatening people with lead pipes!'
The driver looked down at Trev and said, 'Can you run that past me again?'
'I told you that I had this length of lead pipe,' said Trev, banging it gently against the bus's door. 'Sorry, but we really need to get to Sto Lat.'
'Oh, right, yes,' said the driver, 'I see your lead pipe,' and he reached down to the other side of his seat, 'and I will raise you this battle-axe and would remind you that if I were to cut you in arf, the law would be on my side, no offence meant. You must think I am some kind of fool, but you're all hopping about like nits on a griddle, so what's this all about then?'
'We've got to catch up with our friend. He could be in danger,' said Trev.