Had they gone the other way nothing 

 but our destiny could have saved us 

 from going over the edge. Crack went 

 the whip in the right place. 



"Slack the lines!" Green cried, as 

 he eased the brake. A lash of the whip 

 for each wheeler, and we started for- 

 ward, the horses disentangling them- 

 selves from the harness as by a miracle, 

 just as the rear wheels were hovering 

 over the bluff. Green dropped the 

 whip (his left hand was quite useless) 

 and straightened out the reins for me. 



" Can you do it ? " he asked, grasping 

 the whip, as the horses showed signs of 

 stopping again. To attend to the brake 

 was physically impossible. Green could 

 not do it and drive with one hand. 



" Yes," I said, " but watch me " an 

 injunction scarcely necessary. 



If ever a woman put her whole mind 



