52/68 Being mounted on the mare, she could see behind her more steadily now than I could from the machine; and her eye was trustworthy. As for the baby, rocked by the heave and fall of the pony's withers, it had fallen asleep placidly in the very midst of this terror! After a second, I asked once more, with bated breath, "Is he gaining ?" She looked back. He is poising an assegai." Ten seconds more passed in breathless suspense. |