Now and then the lightning revealed a glimpse of the way for a short distance, but mostly she trusted blindly to her pony's instinct.
Several times she stumbled over jagged fragments of rock that had fallen from above, cutting her hand and bruising her limbs cruelly.

Once, she was saved from falling over the cliff by the little horse's refusal to move.

A moment she stood still in the darkness; then the lightning showed a way past the dangerous point.
After a time that seemed hours, she noticed that the ledge had become no higher than her head, and that a little farther on the bench was lost in the general slope of the hill.

She had reached the head of the hollow.

A short climb up the side of the mountain, and, pushing through the wet bushes, she found herself in the road.