She did not care whether she lived or died.

A high hedge formed the cul-de-sac.

When she saw the horse slacking she cut it savagely across the head twice with a whip, and drove him at the green wall.

He was of too good make to refuse it, stiff as it was.

He rose to it magnificently, and cleared it; but almost as he struck the ground squarely, he staggered and fell--the girl beneath him.