Her horse was spent, she herself reeling.

She let her reins drop loose and the gallop changed to a trot, the trot to a walk.

She noticed with gratitude that Thresk was giving her time.

He too had fallen to a walk behind her, and quite slowly he came to her side.

She turned to him at once.
"This is good country for a gallop, isn't it ?" "Rabbit-holes though," said he.