Lucky for us we got the brush end, 'stead of the butt.

Scooch down and see if you can't wriggle out underneath.

I did." Mr.Graves obediently "scooched." After a struggle he managed to slide under the tangle of branches and, at length, stood on his feet in the road beside the buggy.

The great limb had fallen across the street, its heavy end near the walk.

As the captain had said, it was fortunate for the travelers that the "brush" only had struck the carriage.
Graves found his companion standing at the horse's head, holding the frightened animal by the bridle.