So it must be something I did not know, or didn't see.
'"What is it, Miss Falkland ?" I said.
'"Oh!" she cried out, "don't you know?
Another fifty yards and we'll be over the downfall where the trooper was killed.

Oh, my poor father!" '"Don't be afraid," I said.

"We'll not go over if I can help it." 'So I reached over and got hold of the reins.

I pulled and jerked.
She said her hands were cramped, and no wonder.

Pulling double for a four-mile heat is no joke, even if a man's in training.