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. 
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