A trickle of blood ran from his mouth.

Marianne turned away only to find that mild old Corson was crying: "Watch his head! When it begins to roll then you know that he's stunned and the next jump or so will knock him out of the saddle as limp as a half filled sack." "It's too horrible!" breathed the girl.

"I can't watch!" "Why not?
You liked it when a man beat a hoss.

Now the tables are turned and the hoss is beating the man.

Ah, I thought so.