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“i? threw Nimrod head first from the saddle 
( into the mud, where he lay quite still. 
I faced the horror of death at that mo- 
ment. Of course, this was what I had 
been expecting, but had not been able 
to put into words. Nimrod killed! My 
other fears dwindled away before this 
one, or, rather, it seemed to wrap them 
in itself, as in a cloak. For an instant 
I could not move —there alone with a 
dead or wounded man on that awful 
mountain top. 
But here was an emergency where I 
could do something besides blindly fol- 
low another’s lead. I caught the fright- 
ened animal as it dashed out of the 
treacherous place (to be horseless is al- 
| most a worse fate than to be wounded), 
\ and Nimrod, who was little hurt, quickly 
recovered and managed to scramble to 
dry ground, and again into the saddle. 
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