She shut her eyes, and
gave the little horse his head. For a moment she thought that she was in
the water. Her horse was almost upright on the bank, with his hind feet
down among the broken ground, and she was clinging to his neck. But she
was light, and the beast made good his footing, and then she knew that she
had done it. In that moment of the scramble her heart had been so near her
mouth that she was almost choked. When she looked round Lord George was
already by her side.
"You hardly gave him powder enough," he said, "but still he did it
beautifully. Good heavens! Miss Roanoke is in the river." Lizzie looked
back, and there, in truth, was Lucinda struggling with her horse in the
water. They paused a moment, and then there were three or four men
assisting her. "Come on," said Lord George. "There are plenty to take her
out, and we couldn't get to her if we stayed."
"I ought to stop," said Lizzie.
"You couldn't get back if you gave your eyes for it," said Lord George.
"She's all right." So instigated, Lizzie followed her leader up the hill,
and in a minute was close upon Morgan's heels.
The worst of doing a big thing out hunting is the fact that in nine cases
out of ten they who don't do it are as well off as they who do.
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