Charles Merchant, the son of rich John Merchant, was behind the wheel.
He gave the wheel a reckless twist, and Le Moyne called him to time sternly.
One wheel struck a cobble stone, and the buggy lurched horribly.
By like cause turning the wheel to the left turns the machine to the left.
All this time I kept shouting to the man at the wheel to put his helm "hard down."
We will say that a wheel came off the cart, and it suddenly fell down.
Mary went swiftly up to the wagon, and laid one hand upon the wheel.
Let me call for your chair; let me wheel you—I am sure I can.
The crowd are yet at the bottom of the wheel; better off, you say.
This to the man at the wheel; then to Kirkwood: "Wot's that, me lud?"