As the animal plunged toward me, I made a spring and caught the bridle, hanging on till the brute came to a standstill.

It was quivering from fright.

There was a gash on its neck, and it was bleeding and turning the white flakes of sweat into a murky crimson.
"Good Lord!" I ejaculated.

"It's one of the cavalry horses.

Hillars or the innkeeper has been hurt." I was of the mind to mount the animal and go in search of them, when Stahlberg, who had come to my assistance, said that I had best wait.