It seemed but a few seconds before the horse was upon me.

He swerved to one side, but I was ready for that.

I dashed at his bridle, but caught the end of his cumbrous bit in my right hand.

I leaned forward with all the strength that dwelt in my muscles and nerves.

The horse's glaring eye was over my face, and I felt the round end of a shaft rise up under my arm.