They were only slightly bruised, but what they lacked in bruises they made up in fright.

In respect to the latter it were needless for me to attempt a description.
We can laugh about it now and speak lightly concerning the adventure, and, as a matter of truth, the humor of the situation appealed to me even then.
But imagine yourself in the predicament, and you will save me the trouble of setting forth its real terrors.
The snow was up to our belts, and we did not at first know how we were to extricate the ladies.

John and Dawson, however, climbed to the road, and I carried Dorothy and Madge to the little precipice where the two men at the top lifted them from my arms.

The coach was broken, and when I climbed to the road, John, Dawson, and myself held a council of war against the storm.

Dawson said we were three good miles from Rowsley, and that he knew of no house nearer than the village at which we could find shelter.