But with the horses at the door and every body aware of what they were there for, what would you have done?
Acknowledged that you were afraid, and backed shamefully out?
Hardly.

It would not be human nature, where there were so many women.

You would have done as we did: said you were not afraid of a million Bedouins--and made your will and proposed quietly to yourself to take up an unostentatious position in the rear of the procession.
I think we must all have determined upon the same line of tactics, for it did seem as if we never would get to Jericho.

I had a notoriously slow horse, but somehow I could not keep him in the rear, to save my neck.
He was forever turning up in the lead.

In such cases I trembled a little, and got down to fix my saddle.