"Finished?" Tom asked, handing the empty cup to Garth.  "Get the place tidy, son; mother’s going to drive in.  We’ll be back soon."  He helped Aileen to the driver’s seat, handing her the reins. "You haven’t too much time.  I’ll go ahead and try to hold the boat.  Jump up behind"—to the mate.  "I’ll leave the gates open as I go, and you can shut them." He swung himself upon the pony, and trotted down the hill.