postilion

As the window dropped, Ripperda saw the wounded postilion fall on the neck of his horse.

But not so: the postilion was an actual baron, the bearer of an ancient name, the descendant of gallant gentlemen.

Suddenly a carriage came dashing up the hill, with four horses and a postilion.

He shouted to the postilion, and the huge, lumbering vehicle was set in motion.

M'Caskey made a bound on his seat, and threw his cigar through the window, while he shouted to the postilion to stop.