It all happened so quickly, however, that the cavalry officer had chance only to catch the cadets shoulders.

Had it not been for that, Prescott would have struck fully on his back.
Having thrown its rider, Satan cantered off to the far end of the riding hall, where he stood, snorting defiance.
Captain Albutt allowed Prescott's head and shoulders to sink easily to the tan-bark.
"Are you badly hurt, Mr.Prescott ?" inquired the officer.
"The small of my back is paining me just a little sir, from the wrench," replied Prescott coolly.

"If it hadn't been for you, sir, my neck would have been broken." "I think it would," replied the cavalry officer, smiling.

"But this is one of the things I am here for.

Do you feel as if you could rise, Mr.Prescott, with my help ?" "I'd like to try, sir." Dick did try, but watchful Captain Albutt soon let him down again.
"You may not be much hurt, Mr.Prescott, but I want one of the medical officers to take the responsibility for saying so.