Fancy a woman, a young girl, having to sit still and drag at a runaway horse all the time.

I couldn't stop the brute; she was boring like a wild bull.

So just as we came pretty close I lifted Miss Falkland off the saddle and yelled at old Brownie as if I had been on a cattle camp, swinging round to the near side at the same time.

Round he came like one o'clock.

I could see the mare make one prop to stop herself, and then go flying right through the air, till I heard a beastly "thud" at the bottom.
'Miss Falkland didn't faint, though she turned white and then red, and trembled like a leaf when I lifted her down, and looked up at me with a sweet smile, and said-- '"Jim, you have paid me for binding up your wrist, haven't you?
You have saved me from a horrible death, and I shall think of you as a brave and noble fellow all the days of my life." 'What could I say ?' said Jim.