I haven't.

I retired from the runaway-horse business that very afternoon.
Another door was shut against me.

Still there were others left, and the house-on-fire line had a good deal to recommend it.

It was a thing in which one could not well make a mistake.

It had been possible, as I had found out by painful experience, to mistake the pranks of a lively swimmer for drowning, and the capers of a lively mare for bolting.