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A crowd had gathered to watch the slow progress of the dismantled coach down the Lochee Road towards Dundee. A group of boys stopped playing shinty and ran to observe the spectacle as their elders pointed and speculated. Somebody yelled in excitement, and a gaggle of little boys and girls ran beside the convoy and jumped on the back of the wagons. “Whip behind!” the killjoys in the crowd shouted, and the drivers lashed backwards with their whips to try and catch the stowaways. Well used to such a reaction, the boys dropped off, rolled on the ground, and jumped back on, laughing. “That should please Mr Cox,” Duff said as the wagon rolled into the Bell Street courtyard. “Not when he sees the state his precious coach is in,” Watters commented. “It will clean,” Duff said. “Rosemary says th