She knows the way well, and will bear you in safety.

Won't you, Lolita?
You will, my pet!" At this the mustang gives a soft whimper, as if answering the interrogatory.
"I shall myself go before," the girl continues.

"So let loose the rein, and leave Lolita to take her own way." After giving this injunction, she turns abruptly to the right, where a path almost perpendicular leads down a ledge, traversing the facade of the cliff.

Close followed by the mustang, she advances fearlessly along it.
Certainly a most dangerous descent, even for one afoot; and if left to his own will, Hamersley might decline attempting it on horseback.

But he has no choice now, for before he can make either expostulation or protest, Lolita has struck along the path, and continues with hind-quarters high in air and neck extended in the opposite direction, as though standing upon her head! To her rider there is no alternative but do as he has been directed--stick close to the saddle.