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 I " 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 



