But by this time the damage was done.

My pony snorted wildly and sprang forward as the sledge banged to the ground.

I just managed to hold him till Oates came up, then we started again; but he was thoroughly frightened--all my blandishments failed when he reared and plunged a second time, and I was obliged to let go.

He galloped back and the party dejectedly returned.

At the camp Evans got hold of the pony, but in a moment it was off again, knocking Evans off his legs.