At other times she urged Brownie on, and the little horse, feeling the spirit of his mistress, answered with the best he had to give.

With eager, outstretched head, and wide nostrils, he ran as though he understood the need.
How dark it was! At every bound they seemed plunging into a black wall.

What if there should be a tree blown across the road?
At the thought she grew faint.

She saw herself lying senseless, and her father carried away to prison.

Then rallying, she held her seat carefully.